mend. Chorus: I taste the devil's tears, drink from his soul but i'll never give up on you (bis) He said I am the devil boy So come with me and we'
now. Window frames hold pictures of you, And the tree outside appears on end, And you'd seen the good in the seam of the crop, And your story began, and
to mend. Chorus: I taste the devil's tears, drink from his soul but i'll never give up on you (bis) He said I am the devil boy So come with me and we