| It’s objective real to me
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| Like it takes my breath away
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| I’m keeping temper but beguile
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| Worst is yet to come — it’s your killing smile
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| And if i’m walking in the rain
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| Could I ask you something about your name
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| Is it fameless, is it known? |
| Is it now to call? |
| Or have i to go?
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| Icy feeling down on me — a nearing flow that I can see
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| The tight straight up in its' back — gives no chance to be ahead
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| Killing smile — it’s your killing smile
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| I see you smiling all around
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| Could i ask you something about future sound
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| Is it sexy, is it vile? |
| Is it on the top? |
| Or a killing smile?
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| A broken neck by your own flesh — a killing smile is what you get
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| The future sounds a force to come — a little chance without forerun
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| Killing smile — it’s your killing smile
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| She was walking in rain there
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| But got no chance to be ahead
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| Closed the door and removed the wet dress
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| To lay it on the tv — where IT came out
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| But the wet dress was no shield
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| And the smiling ran to become a laughing
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| Laughing at her!
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| And it began to smile
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| And it began to laugh
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| And she began to understand
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| It’s a killing smile!
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| It’s your killing smile that wants to take me high
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| But i will not reply your ably way to retune |