Demons

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With tacked-on cherry sequins they may appear
Beside my bed or in my ear
Solitary or in hordes, no fear
Of elementary particles and dust mites they form
Sitting me down easy or leading toward the door
Calling me a faker, calling me a ruse
Calling me the worst thing to hit this side of Toulouse
And they’ll be back again someday
Yeah they’ll be back again someday
Yeah they’ll be back again someday when I need my fill of giving me the blues
They brew in my friends’ coffee, breed in the mold on the walls
You know they must be right ‘cuz I’m short and they’re real tall
They’re real tall
They disguise themselves as cobblers as I hide me in my muse
They show me how I’ll never ever ever fill my shoes
And they’ll be back again someday
Yeah they’ll be back again someday
They’ll be back again someday
The smokescreen from their tailpipe takes a while to clear
They’re far away in front and that means I am in the rear
Fortunately I have long since learned
I’ve learned to steer
And I won’t be no faker and I won’t be no ruse
And what the hell’s a town doing anyway being called To Lose?
And they’ll be back again someday
Yeah they’ll always be back again another day
But they better not be back again today
Because I’ve had my fill of
Because I’ve had my fill of
Because I’ve had my fill of
Because I’ve had my fill of giving me the blues