| Your shirt is stained when you wear your heart on your sleeve.
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| So you wash it off and pretend that it was never there.
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| Your face in the mirror doesn’t give a reflection.
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| So you paint one on, it’s the art of imitation.
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| It tickles you to death, knowing you can play the game so well.
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| But you can’t ignore, don’t know who you are, so what.
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| Your sugar coated, guns are loaded
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| Afraid of tasting yourself.
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| So you keep lying, never trying
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| Say your somebody else
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| The bitterness inside your heart
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| It shows through in your eyes,
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| And you can’t win in the end.
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| You take your big guns, loading them with your fatal charm.
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| The fact is, you love me, nothing can kill me now.
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| I’ve learned the power of deceit, the power of the sweet, is so true.
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| Now I’m a confection to taste good is all I must do.
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| Your sugar coated, guns are loaded
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| Afraid of tasting yourself.
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| So you keep lying, never trying,
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| Say your somebody else
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| Its too easy to get to where you
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| Take it, dig it, every day
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| And you can’t win in the end.
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| The bitterness inside your heart,
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| It shows through in your eyes,
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| And you can’t win in the end. |