| Your lips are stained with fiction
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| You always have your reasons
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| And I spoil you rotten (spoil you rotten)
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| Your hands are sealed in pockets
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| You fill them with your secrets
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| To you, I am nothing
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| I am…
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| Your kiss, sweet like poison
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| You know you make me reckless
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| I’ll run but you are friction
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| Your touch feels like heaven
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| You make me hate all my sins
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| You are my religion
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| My religion
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| I have a million reasons to leave you
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| But I have a billion reasons to keep you
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| I have a million reasons to leave you
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| But I have a billion reasons to keep you |