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You can know a needle's eye |
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Or a hungry baby's cry |
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But no one knows that demons dance alone |
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Silver linings came and went |
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When I was an innocent |
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Never knowing demons dance alone |
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But somehow I was seduced |
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And my innocence reduced |
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By a demon that became my own |
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Knowingly I followed it |
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I took the hook and swallowed it |
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Until I found it dancing in my home |
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Terrified I tried to quit |
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But I need the taste of shit |
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Like a dancing demon needs a home |
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I had hoped to fill my years with |
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More than melancholy tears |
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But the demon makes me dance alone |
