| Sabre-toothed, lead astray
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| You’ve come a long way in your rollerblades
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| A dusty boot, a broken spade
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| A little whisky with your lemonade
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| And as you sharpen your dagger, can you see your reflection?
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| Depiction of death on the blade
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| Kill quick, don’t miss
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| The temptress is waiting, she’s combing her hair
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| Fixed on her makeup, but can’t decide what to wear
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| The dangerous damsel slips on her disguise
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| In front of the mirror, behind it ugly lies
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| I heard the news, read the page
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| Everyone’s talking 'bout the mess you made
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| To tell the truth, I was unphased
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| We all fuck up and we all make mistakes
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| Squeeze them tightly
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| The temptress is waiting, she’s combing her hair
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| Fixed on her makeup, but can’t decide what to wear
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| The dangerous damsel slips on her disguise
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| In front of the mirror, behind it ugly lies |