I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head
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I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed
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Manipulate me if you can, go on and fool me like your biggest fan
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I know the arrogant pride that poisons the truth you hear
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I know the bigoted tongue that tears apart all your fears
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Pontificate, you faded star, go on and show them who you really are
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You can lie to the papers
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You can hide from the press
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You can fake it on stage
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Crawl from your cage
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Search and destroy
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You can kill and depend on it
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I know your tainted flesh
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I know your filthy soul
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I know each trick you played
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Whore you laid
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Dream you stole
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I know the bed in the room in the wall
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In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it all
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I know the secrets that you keep
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I know where you sleep
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I know the illness behind the image that you create
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I know the tedious need to turn all your love into hate
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You poor pathetic paranoid, is it just me or do you secretly enjoy it?
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You can lie to the papers
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(You can lie)
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You can hide from the press
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(You can hide)
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You can fake it on stage
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(Fake)
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Crawl from your cage
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(Crawl)
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Search and destroy
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(Search)
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You can kill and depend on it
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(Kill)
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I know your tainted flesh
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(You can hide)
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I know your filthy soul
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(You can hide)
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I know each trick you played
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(You can fake it if you try)
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Whore you laid
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Dream you stole
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I know the bed in the room in the wall
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In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it all
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I know the secrets that you keep
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I know where you sleep
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Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
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You play the victim very well
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You build yourself indulgent hell
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You wanted someone to understand you
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Well be careful what you wish for because I do
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You've got a fancy turn of phrase
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You set your trap
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You made your plays
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You're so fond of games
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You must never lose
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Funny how the only one in your bed is you
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You can lie to the papers
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You can hide from the press
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You can lie to the papers
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You can hide from the press
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(Fake, crawl, search, kill)
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You can lie to the papers
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You can hide from the press
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Fake, crawl, search, kill
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Oh my god, Oh my god
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I touched you
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I can never live it down
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I can never live it down
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God save the queen
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I loved you
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I can never live it down
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I can never live it down
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Oh, oh, I fucked you
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I can never live it down
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I can never live it down
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I can never live it down
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I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head
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I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your - shh! - bed
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You can lie to the papers
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You can hide from the press
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You can fake it on stage
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Crawl from your cage
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Search and destroy
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You can kill and depend on it
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I know your tainted flesh
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I know your filthy soul
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I know each trick you played
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Whore you laid
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Dream you stole
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I know the bed in the room in the wall
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In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it
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I know the bed in the room in the wall
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In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it
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I know the bed in the room in the wall
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In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it all
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I know the secrets that you keep
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I know where you sleep
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I'm wishing you the best of luck and by the way
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(Your poetry sucks)
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I'm wishing you the best of luck and by the way
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(Your poetry sucks)
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I'm wishing you the best of luck and by the way
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(Your poetry sucks)
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I'm wishing you the best of luck and by the way
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I Know Where You Sleep
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Emilie Autumn |