Sunday, November 7, 2010

can't fight the devil

Standing there by a broken tree
Her hands are all twisted, she was pointing at me
I was dammed by the light coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said "walk on over here to the bitter shade"
I will wrap you in my arms
and you will know you have been saved
Let me sign

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