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Who’s already friends with the devil
So I won’t have to play pretend
When they call me an angel
A chill runs down my spine
Reminded of the things I did
Once upon many a nights
Playing on repeat on the back of my mind
Like one of those old songs
You remember where you were
When you heard it the first time
Whispered in the dark I answered back
Letting friendly strangers
Grab and pull and spread me apart
Summon me by name
And there’ll be a game to play
What’s a moral loss in between friends?