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The Devil's Own Video (MV)




Performed By: Garsa
Language: English
Length: 3:56
Written by: Martin Garside
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Garsa - The Devil's Own Lyrics




It's the same old news they're fresh from out the gutter
They'd rub salt in your wounds anything to make you bitter
Once more I'm through with heavy eyes and flashing blue
Straight to the cell only to get out in the morning
Fresh to run and start this chapter again
A place called home will soon be burnt to the ground

They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
They live like the cancer destroying your bones
Picking numbers to fight wasted guided by night
Demons be gone oh be gone now

Scrapping in turns and riling the onlookers
Gladly earning themselves another hit to the nose
Shameless bleeding yearning that familiar feeling

They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
They live like the cancer destroying your bones
Picking numbers to fight wasted guided by night
They're calling they're calling we're going under
They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
A nocturnal lifestyle will turn you to stone
Lost in vagueness by day with hopes of lasting for life
Demons be gone

Boulders smash through the walls
A thunder first hand from thor
Uncovering my head from deep under the feathers
I stare through the glass as posessions are sold
We've worked for all of our lives
A flame to the cloth takes more than is owned
A change for the better as the heat gets hold
It's growing it's growing they've got what's been coming
They'd be better off inside

They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
They live like the cancer destroying your bones
Picking numbers to fight wasted guided by night
They're calling they're calling we're going under
They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
A nocturnal lifestyle will turn you to stone
Lost in vagueness by day with hopes of lasting for life
Demons be gone
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English

It's the same old news they're fresh from out the gutter
They'd rub salt in your wounds anything to make you bitter
Once more I'm through with heavy eyes and flashing blue
Straight to the cell only to get out in the morning
Fresh to run and start this chapter again
A place called home will soon be burnt to the ground

They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
They live like the cancer destroying your bones
Picking numbers to fight wasted guided by night
Demons be gone oh be gone now

Scrapping in turns and riling the onlookers
Gladly earning themselves another hit to the nose
Shameless bleeding yearning that familiar feeling

They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
They live like the cancer destroying your bones
Picking numbers to fight wasted guided by night
They're calling they're calling we're going under
They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
A nocturnal lifestyle will turn you to stone
Lost in vagueness by day with hopes of lasting for life
Demons be gone

Boulders smash through the walls
A thunder first hand from thor
Uncovering my head from deep under the feathers
I stare through the glass as posessions are sold
We've worked for all of our lives
A flame to the cloth takes more than is owned
A change for the better as the heat gets hold
It's growing it's growing they've got what's been coming
They'd be better off inside

They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
They live like the cancer destroying your bones
Picking numbers to fight wasted guided by night
They're calling they're calling we're going under
They've got reasons to go they're the devil's own
A nocturnal lifestyle will turn you to stone
Lost in vagueness by day with hopes of lasting for life
Demons be gone
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Writer: Martin Garside
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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