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My words confuse you |
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My eyes don't move a blink |
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'Cause it's easier sometimes not to be sincere |
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Somehow I'll make you believe, believe |
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When I speak, I'll cross my fingers |
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Will you know you've been deceived? |
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I find a need to be the demon |
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Demon cannot be hurt |
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Honest is easy |
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And fiction's where genius lies |
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'Cause it's easier sometimes not to be involved |
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Somehow I'll make you believe, believe |
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When I speak I'll cross my fingers |
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Will you know you've been deceived? |
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I find a need to be the demon |
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Demon cannot be hurt |
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When I speak I'll cross my fingers |
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Will you know you've been deceived? |
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I find a need to be the demon |
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Demon cannot be hurt |
