| Like a spider to a fly she sang,
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| I was tangled in her web.
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| I lived to see her smile until I saw the fangs.
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| Was I lost in a mirage or was it in me?
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| American beauty — just an illusion of a girl,
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| American beauty — spreading her image to the world.
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| I couldn’t have tried to fight her, to deny her,
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| I have died to lie beside her.
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| Wrong or right, she was mine — American beauty.
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| Every whisper drew me closer still,
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| Every breath we seemed to share.
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| I couldn’t turn away, she moved in for the kill.
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| Did I give into the bait or lead it to me?
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| American beauty — just an illusion of a girl,
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| American beauty — spreading her image to the world.
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| I couldn’t have tried to fight her, to deny her,
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| I have died to lie beside her.
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| Wrong or right, she was mine — American beauty.
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| No more the same, is she to blame
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| Or am I responsible because I came?
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| Moth to a flame,
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| I surrendered to her pull.
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| Wrong or right, she was mine for a night.
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| American beauty — just an illusion of a girl,
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| American beauty — spreading her image to the world.
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| American beauty — still I can feel her in my veins,
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| American beauty — part of me now forever stained.
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| I couldn’t have tried to fight her, to deny her,
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| I have died to lie beside her.
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| Wrong or right, she was mine — American beauty |