Album: Young and Full of the Devil

Take her to the room, Find out what's wrong
But there's nothing wrong with her.
It's the reel, of only one venture

Taking me back to a stainless closure
Pull apart the little girl strapped on that X-ray
Pull apart the little churl, so she can't get away
Epic trouble, In slumberland
Forgot the dreams that I had
Because of the trouble in my hand
Septic colons spur the lift of the man.
We write, with a doubt in our hand
Take her to the room, find out what's wrong
There's nothing wrong with her
Filthy sand is all I had,
With dreams of trouble,
All I had was one woman

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