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Once he loved her |
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Once he could |
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See her as a flower |
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The days would rise |
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And set in her eyes |
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A sweetness he'd devour |
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Slowly it took him over |
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Seeds from the darkside |
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Planted when just a boy |
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Grew wild inside him now |
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The skin between your heart and mine |
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Like sun to moon and earth to sky |
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And brains are washed in glossy lies |
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Till beautiful means perfect in our minds |
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Hated himself |
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All his life |
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Couldn't own his blessings |
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He pushed aside |
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Every ray of light |
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That photographed him shining |
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Slowly he wanted more |
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Than she could ever give |
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With her he fantasized |
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About a movie star |
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The skin between your heart and mine |
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Like sun to moon and earth to sky |
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And brains are washed in glossy lies |
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Till beautiful means perfect in our minds |
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I like the way you move in the sun inside your room |
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I like the way you move in the sun inside your room |
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When the sun, it kisses your skin |
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And makes me crazy while you're in |
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I can't see you big at all |
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Suck your liiiiife, oh yeah |
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Slowly he went too far; flame to the fire |
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His breath curling all the pages of a magazine |
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The skin between your heart and mine |
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Like sun to moon and earth to sky |
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And brains are washed in glossy lies |
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Till beautiful means perfect |
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The skin between your heart and mine |
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Like sun to moon and earth to sky |
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And brains are washed in glossy lies |
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Till beautiful means perfect in our minds |