My right wing's devil reads Crawley's thoughts
My left wing's one wants something more
I brought him some gin
A girl dressed in skin
Every kind of sin
My left arm tells me that i'm devil's part
My right one says 'a day at a time'
Nothing more than weed
The so-called dad's seed
I am the half-beast
Well, i'm sorry but there's no battle in here
Well, i thank you but i'm possible to be
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