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She has the silence deep in her breasts embrace |
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She wears a perfume of a truly vicious taste |
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She has the wisdom in her empathic eyes |
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She knows the truth to all unspoken lies |
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She says she'd sell her angel for a dream |
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She says that she is not who she might seem |
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She says that she has lost her self-esteem |
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She says that she will not give up her dream |
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She offers traitors her lap to feel like home |
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She masters violence as if she fears no one |
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She makes your anger turn into quiet tears |
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She makes you laugh about the intimate fears |
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She hears the voices that tell me what to do |
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She looks into our eyes, but only smiles at you |
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She knows the warmth she feels is not for long |
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She stopped to speak that's why I end this song |
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It's kind of funny, you know... |
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'cause I'm not really here for your psycho games |
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Little demons make your eyes turn silver, you freak! |
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Your lips are turning blue |
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No, this is really not my kind of stimulation |
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No, this is not a proper treatment |
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Life? You can have it if you want! |
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It doesn't mean anything to me, anyway, you freak! |
