Possessed by the pawn.
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Affect a secret smile.
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Challenge your poison.
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Your vigor is my trial.
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Weary when you wait
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executive degree,
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process to restrain.
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The fate you have for me.
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You make sure what you¡¯re running to.
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You made sure what you¡¯re running from.
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Forces divine, they¡¯ll grow weak in time.
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The treasure we both came to find.
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Don¡¯t separate what falls in line.
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Your tongue is like a fire.
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Wish I could contain.
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With sharpened, poison words.
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I walk into this flame.
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Tinted by your ruse.
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Accustomed to your schemes.
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With wile and detriment.
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And still I let you be.
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Your Tongue Is The Deadliest
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| Dogwood |
