I thought maybe we'd made a pact,
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But you gave into foul temptations making all the
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Wrong moves and the wrong decisions
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Making lies up for all the right questions
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Maybe I was just asking too much
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I don't think it's likely you're just made from all the wrong stuff
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Your bed's been made
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Mona Lisa, you've really done something,
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Done a number on all of my organs
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Mona Lisa, you've really done something,
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Done a number on all of my organs
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I must say I commend you on all of your fire,
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Soaring highs and drowning lows,
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Full speed ahead you go with all of your heartache
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It's all greater 10 minutes till doomsday
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All the while just showing your teeth,
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Smiling or growling, never sure I just wait and see
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Your bed's been made, now go die in it.
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Mona Lisa, you've really done something,
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Done a number on all of my organs
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Mona Lisa, you've really done something,
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Done a number on all of my organs
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And I've been racking my brain figuring out what to say,
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But it may be safe to bet,
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That the day might come where I'd forgive what you've done
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But it still hasn't happened yet
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Your bed's been made, now go die in it.
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Mona Lisa, you've really done something,
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You're the black ice on my road to wholesome
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Mona Lisa, you've really done something,
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Done a number on all of my organs
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On all of my organs
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Mona Lisa
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Bayside |