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Slipping into new disguise, |
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Your eyes know, your body lies. |
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This fascination. This fascination. This, fascination. |
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Your thoughts, closed off. |
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But it's no concern, concern of yours. |
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Just fascination. Just fascination. Just private, fascination. |
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Hide away in secrecy, |
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You chop away this fantasy. |
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This private fascination. This private, fascination. |
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But if they knew, you'd shoot yourself. |
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A beast, you'd shoot yourself. |
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This private, fascination. |
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Just fascination. This fascination. This private fascination. |
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Glances back, slip in the way, swift. |
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You've found another way of, |
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Slipping into your disguise, |
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Your eyes know, your body lies. |
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This fascination. This fascination. |
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Just fascination. Just fascination. Just private, fascination. |
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This private, fascination. |
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Drive away in privacy, |
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You chop away this fantasy. |
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Your thoughts, closed off. |
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But it's no concern, concern of yours. |
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Just fascination. Just fascination. Just fascination. |
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Just private, fascination. Just private, fascination. |
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A glance back, slipping away, the slip. |
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You pack another way. |
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But if they knew, you'd shoot yourself. |
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A beast, you'd shoot yourself. |
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This private fascination. This fascination. This fascination. |
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This private fascination. |
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This fascination. This fascination. This fascination. |
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This private, fascination. This private, fascination. |
