She's got control of you,
And you love it
Controlling the pain
Standing on the front porch,
looking left and looking right
The
Like one little dove,
I think you're nervous,
Prove me wrong
Well, sometimes
Red and green was the color of her dress
Manipulation
Pale blue
So, you're lyin' in the snow,
You lie right thru, you're
Someday, but not today
We will move away
To a place that's
It's 3 o'clock in the early morn'
You've got your bedface
Well I see, you see
You in color
You're not my friend,
And
Fire for the hills pick up your feet and lets
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