Texty

Young man I might tell you a lie Listen close; the devil replies That woman looked me straight in the eye Black magic got a hold on my soul I feel the Earth is moving and it's taking it's toll This place ain't gonna let me grow old The voodoo that I'm under is taking hold over my body and soul Young man I can't waste all your time Oh, you're gonna wish you were right Can't breathe through the smoke and the lies Oh the devil she cried
Writer(s): William Taylor, Andreas Henry Eriksson, Colin James Parkinson, Nathan James, Philip Edress Beaver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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