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Hey beautiful, you think you have me fooled? |
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But i know you're game, |
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Like the pretty face it hides behind. |
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It's time you learn this world isn't yours. |
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You waltz around |
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Room to room, |
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Looking, searching. |
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You waltz around room to room |
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Looking for a bed to find worship in, |
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But you're not going to find any worship here. |
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You knocked on my door too many times |
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I've heard your screams from the other room. |
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Your motives are as pure as the body you pass around. |
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You call this love, but we both know |
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That it is damned to the end. |
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I hope you learn this world isn't yours. |
