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Sometimes I think that all you were was just a little trick on my skin
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Then again I am known and I am prone to be mellow dramatic about those
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things
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They say it's a woman's mind to change her prerogative
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Oh - Never give in or up despite all that is fucked up
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So tell me how many more times will I Trip
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And fall on my face
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Tell me how many more times will I
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Certain days, I think all you were was a trick on my skin
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Making me confused, breaking me in two
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Oh a piece for me and a piece for you
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But no peace for us
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On this tragic plane
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Tell me how many more times will I Trip
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And fall on my face
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Tell me how many more times will I
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I will take half the blame
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Oh I will take half the blame, yeah
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For having the faith in love again
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Some nights, oh I'm convinced that all you were was a trick on my skin
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Making me feel things that were not real I know, I know, I know
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Despite being numb, I can still feel the words I know I heard
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Dripping from your mouth like a rescue
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Tell me how many more times will I TRIP
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And fall on my face
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Tell me how many more times will I, yeah
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TRICK ON MY SKIN
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| Glampire |
