| It’s a fire, in your soul
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| That you can, not control
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| And it burns, to the bone
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| To the bone, to the bone
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| Things you can, not condemn
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| Once a spark, now it’s grown
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| To a demon, in this oven
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| Shaking hands, with everyone
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| And it burns how it burns
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| Noonday demon, noonday demon
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| I can see, the hand you’re dealing
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| And to some, it’s quite appealing
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| Oxycotin, cheap chablis
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| It’s all the same, to me
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| Once you’re on, then you’re gone
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| It’s your heart, and your soul
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| That you grip, and you hold
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| Till it’s black, and smouldering
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| And the demon takes control
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| Fills the void, in your soul
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| A new fire, has to roll
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| Noonday demon, noonday demon
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| On my neck, fire-breathing
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| And to some, it’s quite appealing
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| And the demon takes control
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| Fills the void in your soul
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| A new fire has to roll
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| Noonday demon, noonday demon
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| On my neck, fire-breathing
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| And to some, it’s quite appealing
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| Quite appealing
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| It’s quite appealing |