| Too many nights locked up in this cell
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| Told me your love was good, but it burned like hell
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| And I see through unopened eyes
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| Platinum dreams are my future, that’s what I surmise
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| Drownin' out sounds of you baby
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| Haven’t been feelin' myself lately
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| Eluding these walls that contain me
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| Goodbye to the petals of the daisy
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| Burn Mona Lisa
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| You’re not as perfect as I thought you were
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| Keep your eyes locked on me
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| Well I’ll escape your binding glare
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| Yeah, you’re the hand that feeds me
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| But, I see past those oil pastels
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| Say you don’t want to hurt me
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| But you might as well
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| Burn Mona Lisa
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| Can’t look to the past now
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| Forever it’s black now
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| I’m not going back, no
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| Find strength in some whiskey
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| Try to fight me I’m not losing
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| Cause, I’m the owner of myself again
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| Drownin' out sounds of you baby
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| Haven’t been feelin' myself lately
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| Eluding these walls that contain me
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| Goodbye to the petals of the daisy
|
| Burn Mona Lisa
|
| You’re not as perfect as I thought you were
|
| Keep your eyes locked on me
|
| Well I’ll escape your binding glare
|
| Yeah, you’re the hand that feeds me
|
| But, I see past those oil pastels
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| Say you don’t want to hurt me
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| But you might as well
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| Burn Mona Lisa
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| Stop, take a look around
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| I used to think you were beautiful
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| But what are you now?
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| And underneath those brush strokes
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| Without that mask that you put on
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| Oh, you’re such a joke
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| Drownin' out sounds of you baby
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| Haven’t been feelin' myself lately
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| Eluding these walls that contain me
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| Goodbye to the petals of the daisy
|
| Burn Mona Lisa
|
| You’re not as perfect as I thought you were
|
| Keep your eyes locked on me
|
| Well I’ll escape your binding glare
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| Yeah, you’re the hand that feeds me
|
| But, I see past those oil pastels
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| Say you don’t want to hurt me
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| Well I hurt myself
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| Burn Mona Lisa |