| I whistle like the winter call you in
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| My breath in your face is so white
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| Like the dark moon that glows I barely known
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| Your sons and your daughters and wife
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| I speak with the trees and I believe
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| What people are sayin 'bout me
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| I hide in the dark and question my heart
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| The stories untold about me
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| There’s a devil hanging on
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| Devil hanging on my back
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| He won’t take the wolf away from the pack
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| There’s a shadow coming near
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| The home we made with our blood
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| We can’t make the river run through the flood
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| Shout the name make them thick 'till it’s deep
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| I can fill my own ocean with the filth, no sleep
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| I watch them bleed onto everything
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| And the dust is unsettled with the steps of their feet
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| There’s a devil hanging on
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| Devil hanging on my back
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| He won’t take the wolf away from the pack
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| There’s a shadow coming near
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| The home we made with our blood
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| We can’t make the river run through the flood
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| [Instrumental
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| There’s a devil hanging on
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| Devil hanging on my back
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| He won’t take the wolf away from the pack
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| There’s a shadow coming near
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| The home we made with our blood
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| We can’t make the river run through the flood |