Straight down there in front of me;
the last thing I want to see,
the last place I want to be.
My Devil's staring at me.
Here, Every little fear.
I just want to disappear.
As it stares, from ear to ear
smiling at me, it is clear.
I cast it into the sea.
Out of life, away from me.
Eventually, I'm free.
I know; this I will not see.
Somethings never go away.
To face them makes a good day.
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