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You think you stand a chance
this is her art
You hang on every glance
this is her art
Her fingers through your hair
this is her art
And so you swear
There's something there.
Played like a song Practiced and polished
She's turning it on
Strings you along with intrigue and promise
She knows that it's wrong
But this is her art
And oh you so want to believe
In lies like innocence and angels
These tricky girls are so deceiving
Played like a song....
And now your all hung up on display
She expresses her passion in so many ways
but it's more like a crime with the way that you bleed
Played like a song....
3:18 PM
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