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Noises in the air fill me up like a balloon of hot tar.
What else does she want me to say?
Her look makes me feel like I'm a free man.
Should I kiss and hold her tight, or break heart and put it on ice.
Ha. I'm not the one to disobey rules or break bonds of trust.
No sir nothing can convince me to be the devil of Love.
Well, at night my thoughts and emotions are free to run wild.
My dreams let me taste the evilness of sin and desire.
I just gotta hang in there and wait and see.
What she has in stored for me.
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