In love I watched you change into a man
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Mirrored in my skin you looked your best
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And I would rather you stay innocent than you discovering who I really am
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I would¡¯ve worn a warning
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If I knew what was wrong
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But you discovered layers
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That I knew nothing of
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Convinced that you could save me
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Took years to see the truth
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That it had been imprinted
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Set, in rock stubborn youth
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There¡¯s a certain kind of madness
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That just cannot be explained
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Under sympathetic sadness
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Beastly anger left untamed
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There¡¯s a certain kind of pleasure
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In seeing lovers squirm like snakes
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That¡¯s how easily I measure,
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Just how much me you can take
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I really tried to tell you
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Run away whilst free
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While I try to uncover
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What¡¯s really haunting me¡¦
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Head rush while bobbing under
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Mouth open, bended knees
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It¡¯s true what people tell you
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About the apple and the tree
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Did you consider leaving
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When you saw her in me?
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Took it as charm, intriguing
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Until I let you see that
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There¡¯s a certain kind of lover
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Makes you question who you are
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Makes you hand over your powers
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Leave a bulging heart-shaped scar
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There are certain kind of memories
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That I don¡¯t know where to place
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Cannot shake, cannot pretend that
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These are things I can erase
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I do not understand you
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Though grateful for your love
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The demon is an old friend
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You cannot free me of.
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Madness
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| Maria Mena |
