Ballad for Janoski

The Dead South

Sittin′ in your living room
While the sun is shining through
You see reflections, and the shadows they castWhen the demon grabs you boy, you better run to mass

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

So we sing, until the demons gone
And we will play his games until we play them all
So we dance, the night away
He will turn his head in shame
As he walks away, hey, hey, hey

You fly so high, you can almost touch the sky
You breath so deep no one else can get no sleep
You float away all the problems we had today
But inside of you theirs
A demon breaking through

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

So we sing, until the demons gone
And we will play his games until, we play them all
So we dance, the night away
He will turn his head in shame as he walks away

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