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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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