| You’re my one little weakness
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| We know each other’s secrets
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| We swore never to repeat this
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| To another living soul
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| You’re my little genius
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| Our plans were seamless
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| Whoever would believe
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| This could spin so out of control?
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| You’re my little despot
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| What an iron fist you’ve got
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| Are you willing or will you not release
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| The hearts that you hold
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| And you peel back the fingers that clutch
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| Oh have I shown you too much
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| I know you do what you must
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| Simply to survive
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| Has it gotten dangerous?
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| No one should love you this much
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| And with your legendary touch
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| You turned out the light
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| In the blue of the evening
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| The light gets deceiving
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| Now I’m barely breathing
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| But never felt so alive
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| And I smell the history
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| In the burning mango tree
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| And just where this path will lead
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| I must let fate decide for me
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| You peel back the fingers that clutch
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| Oh have I shown you too much
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| I know you do what you must
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| Simply to survive
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| Has it gotten dangerous?
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| No one should love you this much
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| And with your legendary touch
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| You turned out the light
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| You look just like a seamstress
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| With a needle between your lips
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| The thread that you’re weaving with
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| Unravels and unwinds
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| And that’s all to the wreckage
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| With some kind of mixed messages
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| Was it all just in my head?
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| Was it all in my mind? |