| Sweet disaster
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| Spinning sweet hereafters
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| But your slave is master
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| I’m not falling for your lies
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| Power measures
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| Feed your sadist pleasures
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| And your buried treasures
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| Are much too deep to find
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| Pushing harder all the time
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| Fornicating with my mind
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| Feel you creeping from behind
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| You’re in control again
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| You cheapen
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| What I am, I break down
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| Then you do it again
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| Your smile is talking like a Hollywood
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| You make bad sound good
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| You cheapen
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| What I am, I break down
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| Then you do it again
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| Your smile is talking like a Hollywood
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| You make bad sound good
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| Sweet disaster
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| Dancing round what matters
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| Like a cheap romancer
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| Leave me picking up the tap
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| Your leash is tightening
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| Your control is frightening
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| But your talk is so enticing
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| You’re the devil driving my cab
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| Pushing harder all the time
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| Fornicating with my mind
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| Feel you creeping from behind
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| You’re in control again
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| You cheapen
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| What I am, I break down
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| Then you do it again
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| Your smile is talking like a Hollywood
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| You make bad sound good
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| You cheapen
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| What I am, I break down
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| Then you do it again
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| Your smile is talking like a Hollywood
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| This ain’t the way it’s supposed to be
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| You’re turned my world into a ball of confusion
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| The games you play are slowly killing me
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| Long as you’re keeping the score
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| I know why I’m losing
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| Acting like a pusher trying to sell me disaster
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| You’re a puppet on a string don’t even know
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| Your own master
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| You dug your soul into a big black hole
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| So you could get to hell
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| Just a little bit faster
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| I’m paralyzed by your story line
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| Like a pack of wolves in a nursery rhyme
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| Leaves me cold every goddamn lie
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| Keep pushing, pushing
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| Pushing one too many times
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| Pushing harder all the time
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| Fornicating with my mind
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| Feel you creeping from behind
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| You’re in control again
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| You cheapen
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| What I am, I break down
|
| Then you do it again
|
| Your smile is talking like a Hollywood
|
| You make bad sound good
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| You cheapen
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| What I am, I break down
|
| Then you do it again
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| Your smile is talking like a Hollywood
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| You make bad sound good
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| (Your smile is talking like a Hollywood)
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| Baby, you make bad sound good
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| (Your smile is talking like a Hollywood)
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| Baby, you make bad sound good
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| (Your smile is talking like a Hollywood) |