| You’re tellin’me everything’s alright
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| You know you tell such filthy lies
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| The common cold’s got nothin’on you
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| You’re a disease from which I die
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| You make love to my senses
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| Tryin’to win my heart
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| I ain’t got no defenses… I'm beaten from the start
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| You insult my intelligence
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| While you pat me on the back
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| You give me something with one hand
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| While the other hand takes it back
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| You make love to my senses
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| Tryin’to win my heart
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| I ain’t got no defenses no… got me beaten from the start, yeah
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| You cater to ?? |
| fantasy
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| The web you weave is strong
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| You make it so hard seein’black from white
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| Tellin’right from wrong
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| You brainwash me senseless
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| Tearin’my brain apart
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| I ain’t got no defenses… you got me beaten from the start, yeah
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| You got me beaten from the start
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| You got me beaten from the start
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| You got me beaten from the start
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| You got me beaten from the start
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| You make love to my senses
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| You got me beaten from the start |