| Snake in the grass
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| Wanted a song, now you got one
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| All these years by your side
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| Now we’re all done
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| So self-absorbed
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| So you lie and you lie again
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| Manipulate all your friends
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| Until you’re done with them
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| Walk away
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| Out of my life
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| You’re fucking dead to me
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| Always had it your way, never compromised
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| Treating someone as a means to an end
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| Your intentions were never pure, no more lies
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| Relying on others, you try to blend in
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| Dodged a bullet
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| Deep down, I felt you were crooked
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| Kept ignoring my instinct (I knew it)
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| You finally let your true colours shine on my birthday
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| Oh, what a wonderful gift
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| Bitch, you’re dead to me
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| Would you swear on your life?
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| On your life
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| Look me dead in the eye
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| Dead in the eye
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| Would you swear on your life?
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| I guess we’ll never know the truth
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| Made me question my sanity
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| Went to the other side and it changed me
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| Came back a different man
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| Found a new prey
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| Covered your trail
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| Your words are venomous
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| Always tipping the scales
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| The element of surprise
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| Selective honesty
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| Cut through the smoke and denial
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| Love lost, throw away the key
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| Made me question my sanity
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| Went to the other side and it changed me
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| Came back a different man
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| I guess we’ll never know the truth
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| Snake in the grass
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| Slithering around 'til you strike again
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| Switching your circle of friends
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| Each time you reach the edge
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| You had your chance to end things right
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| You had your chance to end things right
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| Learned a valuable lesson
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| I won’t even put up a fight, no
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| Always had it your way, never compromised
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| Treating someone as a means to an end
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| Your intentions were never pure, no more lies
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| This is my final plea
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| You’re dead to me
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| Look me dead in the eye
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| Dead in the eye
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| Would you swear on your life?
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| On your life
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| Look me dead in the eye
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| Dead in the eye
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| Would you swear on your life?
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| I beg you, bless me with the truth
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| 11:11, I beg you, bless me with the truth
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| 11:11, nothing but wishful thinking
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| 11:11, every piece of the puzzle
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| Is finally in its right place
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| A fall from grace |