An Evening With El Diablo

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High.. upon your
You display
Good traits though few
We found
During the long winter
This disease
Keeps holding me down

Try to run
When you're asleep
To imagine
This away
He said come
For your own high hell
And know this
You seem to be
To scared to run

To scared.. to run

Wish I had your faults
Nothing seems to phase you
Lies are much more than trust in me

I was hung
Up on you
'Til the shadows
Begin to crawl
Some say
You can never know
Just how far down
This beast has come
To scared to run

To scared.. to run
So scared.. to run

Wish I had your faults
Nothing seems to phase you
Lies are much more than trust in me

Wish I had your faults
Wish I had your faults