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Pretty as an angel, but the bone of the devil |
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The smile of a fox, but talking on the level |
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The figure of a lady peekin' through the holes |
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Tying down my wings, pulling on my soul |
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Your fingers are snakes, they're eyes and they see |
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Everytime we touch you take a bite out of me |
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Driftin' through my head, all the things that you said |
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What is written on the walls isn't right until it's read |
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So read: with your snake eyes |
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You're the devil's daughter, |
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I've met him, skip the fakin' |
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You've been growing horns since your halo has been taken |
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In the trap you were the bait, that was your mistake |
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I never cared a bit for dirt or a black-eyed city snake |
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I was hartly temped with a wink and a bottle of sin |
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I had my own three bottles of the driest kinda gin |
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Undressed yoy with my eyes and then |
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I realized |
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Your rolling dice and broken wings gave in to your disguise |
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Gave in: to your snake eyes |
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Everything at stake but |
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I've learned my lesson well |
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You're giving me the choice will |
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I roll heaven or is it hell |
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Remove the flashy costume, show me what you've got |
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A taste of what's below, so you'd better make it hot |
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Can't you see me laughing, you're begging with your cries |
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The fireballs |
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I'm throwing are burning in your eyes |
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I can't roll a seven or even an eleven |
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Give me staring snake eyes, |
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I wasn't made for heaven |
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Surprise: |
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I've got snake eyes |