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May 6th, 2002



Deep, Dark, Dreary, and Cold

To the devil, my life, I sold

God asked me why

And I started to cry



I told him I was bad

And I always made people mad

Nobody ever trusts me

So with the Devil I must be



God told me I have angels, waiting

To fit me for my wings, wanting

Me to see the heavens above

And fly higher than the dove



But I told God I was sorry

But dark and not at all starry

Is where I am going

Home, I’m sorry

I’m not coming



Deep, Dark, Dreary, and Cold

To The Devil, my life, I sold