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I did not write or produce this song nor did I create the gif. I own no credits of this song. I am not making a dime from this video. This is solely for entertainment purposes! No copyright infringement intended! All rights go to the band Royal Blood! Please do not sue me : ). _____________________________________________________ | LYRICS: | She's got the devil on one shoulder And the other's getting colder She looks so good but it's not nearly Feeling like it's supposed to Going sold, going sold Going, gone Then she drags me by one finger To her lips, hook, line and sinker Honey, I'm a sucker, when you linger Give me everything I want Cause you know, I won't go 'Till I'm gone Say my name again Tell me you're caught in the middle You're caught in the middle And you're begging for me to stay Cause every now and then My love calls like a whistle It calls like a whistle And it's blowing your mind again Got you crawling in the shadows To the smoke of the tobacco Burning slowly out the window And whichever way it blows There you go, there you go There you go I'm a slave to your addiction Your affection and your friction I've got all the money to buy exactly what I want But you're not for sale Honey, no second chances, oh no Say my name again Tell me you're caught in the middle You're caught in the middle And you're begging for me to stay Cause every now and then My love calls like a whistle It calls like a whistle And it's blowing your mind again She's got the devil on one shoulder And the other's getting colder She looks so good but it's not nearly Feeling like it's supposed to Going sold, going sold Going . . Say my name again Tell me you're caught in the middle You're caught in the middle And you're begging for me to stay Cause every now and then My love calls like a whistle It calls like a whistle And it's blowing your mind again