Devils Play
Sing with this song
Your worry will fall out of you
Embrace your mind
Take the time to forget that
All of your worries
They will fall down
You and I have got the time
To figure us out
See I gotta go
Don't ask me to stay
You are the victim
Not the encryptor of this Devils play
And though you made a fool
And though I'm here for you
Tonight ain't the night to open these lies
I gotta let you through
See my confused and reckless mind
Was getting muddled by the time
The grit that gets stuck
In between my bones while I'm
Restlessly awaiting
And trying to postpone
All my racing thoughts of doubt and loss
But you just won't give up on my love
No you just wont give up on my love
We take advantage of so many things
We're not realizing the consequence
Of not listening
Repeating our actions
But never able to learn
We keep stepping on the hearts
Of all the people we've hurt and now
See I gotta go
Don't ask me to stay
You are the victim
Not the encryptor of this Devils play
And though you made a fool
And though I'm here for you
Tonight ain't the night to open these lies
I gotta let you through
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
I gotta let you through baby
Your worry will fall out of you
Embrace your mind
Take the time to forget that
All of your worries
They will fall down
You and I have got the time
To figure us out
See I gotta go
Don't ask me to stay
You are the victim
Not the encryptor of this Devils play
And though you made a fool
And though I'm here for you
Tonight ain't the night to open these lies
I gotta let you through
See my confused and reckless mind
Was getting muddled by the time
The grit that gets stuck
In between my bones while I'm
Restlessly awaiting
And trying to postpone
All my racing thoughts of doubt and loss
But you just won't give up on my love
No you just wont give up on my love
We take advantage of so many things
We're not realizing the consequence
Of not listening
Repeating our actions
But never able to learn
We keep stepping on the hearts
Of all the people we've hurt and now
See I gotta go
Don't ask me to stay
You are the victim
Not the encryptor of this Devils play
And though you made a fool
And though I'm here for you
Tonight ain't the night to open these lies
I gotta let you through
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
I gotta let you through baby
Credits
Writer(s): Lea Keeley
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