I'm done with poetry
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I'm done with prose
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I'm done with dressing up these words in delicate clothes
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I'm done with dancing on this here box
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like a begging dog
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I'm done with smoke screens
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and fancy veils
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I'm done with all this petty decorating of myself
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I'm hanging up these
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whistles and bells
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a¢æ?cos I can tell
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that none of my tricks work on you
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no matter what I do
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you seem to see straight through
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Why don't they work on you?
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I'm done with high heels
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ribbons and bows
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I'm done with pulling up my skirt so that you rethink saying no
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I've got no cards left up my sleeve
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I've tried everything to please
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But none of my tricks work on you
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no matter what I do
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you seem to see straight through
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Why don't they work on you?
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Guess you should want me the way I am
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Truth is I want to be more than that
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So I'm gonna find me someone to believe
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only the versions I show them of me
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Yeah I'm gonna find me someone I can
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hold in the palm of my hand
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Cos none of my tricks work on you
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no matter what I do
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you seem to see straight through
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Why don't they work on you?
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Why don't my tricks work
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why don't my tricks work
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why don't my tricks work on you baby?
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Why don't my trick work, why don't all my tricks work
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Why don't my tricks work on you?
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Cos you're the only one I wanna fool
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Tricks
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Missy Higgins |