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Analysis of song lyrics- By Sam Gale

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold

And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

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When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all

And the blood’s run stale

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I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside

There’s nowhere we can hide

 

No matter what we breed

We still are made of greed

This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

 

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide

It’s where my demons hide
 

Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

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