Words pop up like kisses
do with alcohol
I sing them so soft,
they hardly come across
Just listen back to some
words from the past
So shocked to find them
in a perfect place
Two devils, one on each shoulder
Two devils talk in my sleep
Two devils making certain
That I will never lose that need
Everyday I get more cynical
The thing I have to watch put
stones around the heart
Especially since she just
cleaned me up
The steps to better life are being made
Two devils, one on each shoulder
Two devils talk in my sleep
Two devils making certain
That I will never lose that need
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