Sing, she said, to the quiet city streets
The dream is dead, and with it, everything
Echo she did, and he never heard a thing
The devil is deaf, and never heard her scream
Quietly approaching infinity
In parallel chalked lines
My little white lies, she'd call them
'Fore she'd leave the world behind
Breathe, I said, when her lungs quit trying
My love has left, and with her, everything
The devil's descent, has powdered her sweet
And led her to those early gates, hell awaits
Should I ever wish to taste heaven
With her again.
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