I dreamed of a devil last night
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He tempted me with a wicked tongue and a rough hand
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Said its alright honey its alright
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you can leave that man
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When I woke my head was spinning
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As I recall all of the things he said
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Made me feel less of a woman
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Making me feel like a whore instead
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I wont be going to my grave
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I got a lot to live for
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I wont be rocking in my faith
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Yeah yeah yeah
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I got a lot to hope for
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I dreamed of a Devil last night
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Amazing such a little thing
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Can get in your head
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Saying its alright its alright
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You can stay in my bed
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Stay in my bed
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Stay here in my
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No no no no
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I'm not going to my grave
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I got a lot to live for
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I wont be rocking in my faith
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Yeah yeah yeah
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I got a lot to hope for
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I'm not going to my grave
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Yeah yeah yeah
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I got a lot to live for
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Little children
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Go in circles
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They will sing you lullabies
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Little children
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Rest your heads
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No more monsters
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No more devils
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You are not who the wicked call you
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Peace and strong and joy
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Pure and peace and strong and joy
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All you little children
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Oh you little children
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(Miss Mary Mac, Mac, Mac
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All dressed in black, black, black
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With silver buttons, buttons buttons
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All down her back, back, back)
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Little Children
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| Bethany Joy Lenz |
