| The devil ain’t a legend, the devil’s real
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| In the empty way he touched me, where I hardly feel
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| In the empty hole inside me, the nothing that’ll ride me
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| Down into my grave, it does not heal
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| Nothing is as something, it’ll suck you dry
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| As the whisper you can hardly hear that tells you why
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| They told me «You ain’t got no problems, you’re self-deceived»
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| These seeming contradictions, well they make believe
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| It was then that I decided my life was being guided
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| By a second-rate dependence on first-class thieves
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| They told me I was breaking through, I was breaking down
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| By the time I learned the difference they had long left town
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| You know that they ain’t so malicious, they ain’t mean
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| They’re just vaguely well-intentioned with no love I’ve seen
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| And it’s the emptiness that kills you, cold comfort that’ll fill you
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| With a sense of dread that maybe things are worse than they seem
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| They don’t tell you nothing you don’t already know
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| They just keep holding out the promise but they don’t let go
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| You know they don’t let go
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| Well, it was hard luck and trouble, bad times too
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| I know I had 'em coming, but I got through
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| It was advice that you gave me in a dream that saved me
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| You said «Get a new life contract that spells out your dues.»
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| Took good will to find it, a clear conscience to sign it
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| Now I dream about the good times and it all comes true |