Last night, I dreamed my demons came
And took me to a place
Where lines are blurred of bad & good
And told me I must face
The choices I did make
I said I placed me bets with no regrets
At times, I jumped the rails
Yet, kept along a righteous path
Despite your evil veil
And a hell-hound on my trail
Them demons come, them demons go
Like summer turns to fall
And you must choose which road to use
To take you through it all
When your demons come to call
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