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Victim
It’s like a sitcom and we both play the victim and in an attempt to glance I tend to stare, rough and rare, tell me you still care. Nothings gonna end my pain, and I still haven’t made peace with that yet. When I was In the audience and it feels so raw, I wish I knew more. And if only you saw.
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How do you lie? With the etch in your eye
It’s so hard to find the heart behind the wall that you’ve built up so tall.
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Sweet Angel
Sweet Angel take me
Don’t let them wake me
I’m bent over backwards
Frozen like the statues
An accent on a champagne pain
Make me better, make me feel better
Do I need the zaps again
I’m caught up in traps
Sweet Angel take me
Don’t let them wake me
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Give me something to take from my miserable life
Don’t leave me to beg in strife
I thrive on the hope, I deprive on the unknown
Broken and unspoken – can you just give me another clue? To make me feel it’s true.
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The Manipulator
I see the manipulator
He’s my favourite player
Withdrawing every layer
Maybe you could stay and…
– To Be Continued
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