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Called to the Devil and the Devil did come
I said to the devil, "Devil do you like drums?
Do you like cigarettes, dominoes, rum?"
He said only "sundown, Sundays, Christmas"
Some day's end when I need a few friends
Now and again I could never hope to keep them
Thought to give friends what I thought that they wanted
Never had they needed a good friend as I've been
Don't get me venting on friends who resent you
'Cause all you've ever done is been a noose to hang on to
They thought was a necklace and reckless they fell into hell
Where you both hang with nothing to do but
Scratch, kick, let gravity win like
♥♥♥♥ this, let gravity win like
You could leave it all behind
Even the Devil needs time alone sometimes
You could let it all go, you could let it all go
It's called: freefall
It's called: freefall