| Your eyes mesmerize, you are my fantasy
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| My dreams of deaths disguise
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| Have delivered disease
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| I suspect it’s symptomatic
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| Of what? |
| I’m not sure
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| My psychology means nothing to me
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| Like a felo-de-se and now I beg you baby please
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| I’m backed into a corner
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| I’ve tried to make things right
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| But you must be the Devil’s daughter
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| I’ve finally seen the light
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| You ain’t no Juliet, you’re quite the opposite
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| These games I’m sick of playing
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| You keep changing the rules
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| Take time to tow the line
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| In the national league of fools
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| Well I’m fighting in the red corner
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| With hands tied behind my back
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| You must be the Devil’s daughter
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| Who stole my heart with a blood signed contract
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| My own lady Macbeth, may I suggest…
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| That I thank you for what you left behind
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| And before I forget, thanks for wrecking my life
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| And I thank you for my waste of time
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| So give me a Jack Daniel’s, Valium and wine
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| Now my heart call it ground zero
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| Or my tragic demise
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| You’re just a heat seeking rocket in red stilettos
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| Superficial super waste of time now
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| I was your big supporter
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| I’m giving up the fight
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| You must be the Devil’s daughter
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| I know, that I’m right
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| So I thank you for what you left behind
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| And before I forget, thanks for wrecking my life
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| And I thank you for my waste of time
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| I’m turning to Xanex and fortified wine
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| So I’m thanking you for my broken mind
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| And before I forget it, thanks for fucking my life
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| So thank you for my waste of time
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| Now I’m drinking a cocktail of Valium and wine
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| I hope this note can explain
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| Why I had to leave this life, had to end my pain |