| You have such beautiful eyes
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| Sometimes I look in them and I feel like I could die
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| I almost believed you’re beautiful inside
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| But the devil is in the details
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| He’s in the corner of the room you lock the door to
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| He’s on the dashboards of the cars that you pass by
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| He’s in your suitcase or your purse when you leave them
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| And he’s on your tongue every time you lie
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| He’s on your tongue every time you lie
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| Remember how you played it that night
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| When you said you walked away because you had to
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| Well you and I would both recognize that lie
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| As the devil in the details
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| He’s in the secrets that you thought you’d hold forever
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| The same one someone else will share tonight
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| He’s in the pocket of the jeans you look the best in
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| He’s on your tongue every time you lie
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| He’s on your tongue every time you lie
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| It’s written all over you, it’s written on your face
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| In your eyes and tangled in your hair
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| It’s written all over you, it’s written on your face
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| In those eyes and tangled in your hair
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| And I loved your delicate ways
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| Sometimes I thought of nothing else for days
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| Except the places where your pretty body lays
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| And how the devil is in the details
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| He’s in the corner of the room you lock the door to
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| He’s on the dashboards of the cars that you pass by
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| He’s in your suitcase or your purse when you leave 'em
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| And he’s on your tongue every time you lie
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| He’s on your tongue every time you lie
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| He’s on your tongue every time you lie
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| He’s on your tongue every time you lie |