| It might have been some other story
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| Our book must have been bought used
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| 'cause it was missing all the late chapters
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| They were gone with the liberty that everybody loves to abuse
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| And i’m not ready to never feel good again
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| Mistakes were made by you as well, as well
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| I will come by road, i will come by rail
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| To come by isabel
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| Demons, my demons
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| Always behind me
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| Everywhere i go they come along
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| And demons, my demons
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| Always remind me
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| They keep singing my favorite song
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| And i keep sliding all around
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| All my vices are gone that held me so well, so well
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| I will come by control of the things you don’t tell
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| To come by isabel
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| Early in the morning i lay awake in my bed
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| Wondering when the day will show a trace
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| Well it always comes like a prison guard
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| Looking in my cell
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| Shining his flashlight in my face
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| He always says «hey boy
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| Where do you think you’re going»
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| There’s only one place i can tell, i can tell
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| I come flat broke, i will come by hell
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| To come by isabel
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| I will come by control of the things you don’t tell
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| To come by my isabel |