| Who’s to blame, that someone came
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| To alternate his plan
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| Painting shame beneath your frame
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| Tell me, was it a man
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| The sunrays in your hair are naturally all your own
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| This gold couldn’t save you, somebody gave you
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| A heart of stone
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| Your voice is like the breeze, a passionate undertone
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| But under the passion, somebody fashioned
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| A heart of stone
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| Who’s to blame, that someone came
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| To alternate his plan
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| Painting shame beneath your frame
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| Tell me, was it a man
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| June roses kiss your cheek, but under their lovely tone
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| Satan, your master, finally kissed
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| A heart of stone |