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you And fighting all the demons will take time It will take time The angels they burn inside for us And are we ever, are we ever gonna learn to fly The devils
you'll see the demon in you, the angel in me The Jesus in you, the Devil in me The demon in you, the Devil's in me Devils on my shoulder Angels coming
up off me Devils We talkin' 'bout Devils We talkin' 'bout Devils We talkin' 'bout Devils We talkin' 'bout Devils We talkin' 'bout Devils Devils Devils Devils
get to snappin and *poof* it jus happen But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home See the devil
you fall in the fire, burn me down? If I wanted you here right now? In a city of Devils we live In a city of Devils we live A city of Devils we live
[Chorus: Eminem] This kinda music Use it and you get in to do shit Whenever you hear some shit And you can't refuse this Just some shit For these kids
with my devils Blind, side by side I'm dancin' with my devils Me, myself and I I'm dancin' with my devils Doin' the Spanish Fly I'm dancin' with my devils
(southside johnny and the asbury jukes (better days) Written by bruce I know what it's like to have failed baby With the whole world lookin' on I know
One, two, three, four Blind man wavin' by the side of the road In a flatbed Ford carryin' a heavy load Sweet thing sipping on a blueberry wine On a flat
Raney William's playground was among Haven's streets Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths Names and photos of the young black faces Whose
Jesus was an only son As he walked up Calvary Hill His mother Mary walking beside him In the path where his blood spilled Jesus was an only son In the
I wanna build me a house, on higher ground I wanna find me a world, where love's the only sound High above this road, filled with shadow and doubt I want
Been on a barbed wire highway 40 days and nights I ain't complainin', it's my job and it suits me right I got a sweet soft fever rushin' around my head
(A mother dies leaving her young son to come to terms with the loss. In remembrance of Fiona Chappel, for her sons Tyler and Oliver.) I was barely 13
Out where the creek turn shallow and sandy And the moon comes skimmin' away the stars When the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops Straight into
She took off her stockings I held 'em to my face She had your ankles I felt filled with grace "Two hundred dollars straight in Two-fifty up the ass"
