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May 2014
her eyes turned black
her voice went flat
she stabbed me in the back
when I turned to run

she's a demon
she's a demon
I love your
darkness
pour it on me
like molten lava
baby, scorch me
I need to be clean

she stopped me in my tracks
stopped my heart just like that
she pulled it out of my chest
while I was sleeping in her bed

she's a demon
she's a demon
I love your
darkness
pour it on me
like molten lava
baby, scorch me
I need to be clean

D'exercice vous
serait blasphème
mais il vaut mieux pour moi
to exercise you
would be blasphemy
but it's best for me
I need to be clean
this is a really cool song I wrote on the ukulele for my "Ghosts of Punk Rock Project". :)
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