In love with beauty, bored by virtue still
Entranced by mystery,
Oh so sad and oh so sorry
So unkempt and so
So where is it this time, the proof of deceit
Time
Enslaved by your beauty
Enslaved by your touch
Enslaved by this feeling
That
I saw you staring from the corner of my eyes
Your tricks are all so clever
Yet they all think you're
I knew the day would come, but
It's way too late,
You blame your victims
You´ve got some nerve
You call them all
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