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You think you hear demons,
I think you are the demon
In this place where images are born
You remember your childhood
Oh, fire in sequences
The sun goes down, filling the air with color
Winds lift you up to god, lift you up to god
You fall to your knees, and embrace the storm
You know longer care, if it's cold, if it's warm
You live for the danger, like your passion and your anger
You don't let go...
You like to be twisted, by the force
You like to be shaken by the wind
I know, you know, watchin' you go is like dyin', is like dyin'
You take it to the limit
When the winds come up
Crazy men, crazy women
Cryin' out for love
You like to savor
But you just can't give it up
You'd rather be rapped up, in the arms of a storm
Crazy men, crazy women
In the arms of a storm
The sun goes down
Chasin' down the demons
You think you hear demons
Cryin' out for love
Chasin' down the demons
Chasin' the demons down
You'd rather be rapped up
In the arms of a storm
Chasin' the demons