With our heads to the side nobody
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quite knows where they are
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A trio of lies, trying to knock you
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off your guard
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With our heads to the side
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With our heads to the side
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You give me criminal ways in a
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subliminal haze
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Ironstone Izadora's the name
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Got the mark of Cain I hang on
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a chain around my neck
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I'll say it again, pleasure or pain
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what's coming next?
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Move your head to the side
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Move your head to the side
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You give me criminal ways
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in a subliminal haze
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Ironstone Izadora's my name
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Ironstone Izadora's my name
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Tell me why she tells those lies
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when she lies with you?
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Tell me why its no surprise
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when nothing is true?
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Ironstone Izadora
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| Puressence |
