You smoke-screen with your judgemntal words.
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But when the air clears you're just a scared little child.
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You smoke-screen, but your fearful inside
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That God does'nt love you
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You let fear run you wild
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(Chorus)
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When someone is wrong you write them off
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Never give a second chance
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What if God had been that strict with you
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And destroyed you without a second
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You smoke-screen with your angelic face
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You look so holy, but you're struggling inside
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You smoke-screen when you point the finger
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Cuz no one's looking
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To see you problem with pride
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Smoke Screen
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| Leslie Phillips |
