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Drinking whiskey with the devil
playing cards with the beast's
the conversation got around to me

your like a washed up rag
tattered and torn , the devil said
you fight but you know why
an you can't win
don't be looking at the door
It's too late to turn back
For every heart you hold in your hand
I have spades
you've lost more than money
an its eating at your soul
It's too late to turn back
nobody asked you to stay
you should never have come near this place
you should have stayed away
you are just a puppet who can dance's on a string
well glancing once more at the cards I held
I looked the devil in the eye and called

you know you may be right you son of a bitch
but I learned something this very night
in all the years i've been fighting
the years ive chased the beast

tonight I've looked in the mirror an the beast is me
you lose
I can change

~ D Donner ~