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You're tellin' me everything's alright |
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You know you tell such filthy lies |
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The common cold's got nothin' on you |
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You're a disease from which I die |
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You make love to my senses |
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Tryin' to win my heart |
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I ain't got no defenses...I'm beaten from the start |
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You insult my intelligence |
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While you pat me on the back |
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You give me something with one hand |
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While the other hand takes it back |
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You make love to my senses |
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Tryin' to win my heart |
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I ain't got no defenses no...got me beaten from the start, yeah |
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You cater to ?? fantasy |
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The web you weave is strong |
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You make it so hard seein' black from white |
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Tellin' right from wrong |
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You brainwash me senseless |
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Tearin' my brain apart |
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I ain't got no defenses...you got me beaten from the start, yeah |
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You got me beaten from the start |
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You got me beaten from the start |
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You got me beaten from the start |
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You got me beaten from the start |
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You make love to my senses |
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You got me beaten from the start |
