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King of The Devil Blues

 

I raise my voice to make you hear my cries.
I lift my heart up aiming for your skies.
They won’t believe, but I keep the faith.
They never needed to know my name or see my face.


So I raise my voice up, lift me towards your light.
Lift my heart up, come make everything alright.
I lift my heart up, it’s held as a sacrifice.
You want my soul, then tell me what is it’s price?
You want my blood? Then I’ll lay down my life.
I just want my freedom to write what I know is right.
I want to hold the gold, the oldest payment for your price.


I wanted to live well, but you know how that goes.
So here I kneel before you, I’m ready to sell my soul.
Just tell me the cost, I can survive the loss.
Just tell me my future will be more than what I have got.


I raise my hands up; oh won’t you hear my cry?
I want to be your slave, lead me into your night.
I just want to change me, give me a guitar of gold.
I know if you write it, it ain’t ever gonna get old.


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