They say the Devil finds work for idle hands to do.
But the Devil never really knew he'd met his match in you.
Darkness surrounds you and shadows you have cast
but the emptiness you left me with
has now passed.
Because I danced with that Devil
and I stamped on his hooves.
I swapped my shackles for some shiny new shoes.
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