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The Devils Grip

I don't know how I could end up on the dark side
It's like the devil somehow controlled my mind
He grabbed a hold of me and refused to let go
I can't believe he could make me sink so low
How could I allow him to take it that far?
He cut me deep and left a bad scar
Too bad I can't change what I did in the past
I hate how I let him ruin it all so fast




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Publicerad 2008-09-02 10:50



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