Your lips are stained with fiction
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You always have your reasons
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And I spoil you rotten (spoil you rotten)
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Your hands are sealed in pockets
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You fill them with your secrets
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To you, I am nothing
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I am-
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Your kiss, sweet like poison
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You know you make me reckless
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I’ll run but you are friction
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Your touch feels like heaven
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You make me hate all my sins
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You are my religion
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My religion
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I have a million reasons to leave you
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But I have a billion reasons to keep you
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I have a million reasons to leave you
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But I have a billion reasons to keep you
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