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May I?
Quiet my begging
Silence my demons
And bring them to their knees
Their shrieking grows tiresome
And my head can take no more
Behaving myself is
Rather dull indeed
Please sir, may I surrender?
The devil on my shoulder
Is pulling at my very core
An aching inside
Drawing me nigh
Nearer to the beacon of love
His lips silently call to my skin
And his ego whispers to my inner whore
Silence my demons
And bring them to their knees
Their shrieking grows tiresome
And my head can take no more
Behaving myself is
Rather dull indeed
Please sir, may I surrender?
The devil on my shoulder
Is pulling at my very core
An aching inside
Drawing me nigh
Nearer to the beacon of love
His lips silently call to my skin
And his ego whispers to my inner whore
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