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Back from the window |
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everything's subtle |
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temporary sanctuary |
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look through the window |
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everything's subtle |
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tailored to fit, but nothing's that simple |
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gold, you'll aways come to me with the power of deception |
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gold won't ever comfort me |
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the colour of deception |
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the colour of deception |
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move closer |
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subterfuge |
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illusion's there for all to see |
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there's no one left to rescue me |
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glass and stone, it cuts like a knife |
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and gold won't ever comfort me |
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gold, you'll aways come to me with the power of deception |
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gold won't ever comfort me |
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the colour of deception |
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the colour of deception |