Sometimes you have to leave right away
So the house gets left in disarray
You do you’re best to repair it on the fly
As you try to keep the wings level
But sometimes there’s no fighting the devil
So you must strangle him in love
To rise above
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I love (& identify with) those first two lines to such a degree I almost miss how much I love the rest of it. I agree with Dharrsheena completely. "Strangle the devil in love" is a fantastically evocative phrase.
Oooo, strangle the devil in love! I loved that!