I've sold my soul to the devil
And crept through darkening nights.
I've seen what's in the distance,
And it doesn't seem too bright.
But I'll carry on regardless;
I know the way I must go.
The future is a patchwork quilt
And my duty is to sew.
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It's too easy to fall in love and too difficult to change it.
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