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i should've known all alongi should've known to be strongnow i've got you where you wanted memaybe you can hear what you couldn't seethe devil wears prada what's worse is your wearing a knock offyour teeth like keysplaying bach with my tonguewith hair like stringsand blood like rumyour teeth like keysplaying bach with my tonguewith hair like stringsand blood like rum underlying motives and i don't fucking seewhat you could've have wanted from mei've got nothing but my voice to sharei really doubt that's why you were hereskipped f5 and went straight to deleteskipped refresh and went straight to deleteyou tried to prove you were bettertried to prove me wrongyou only proved that you get wetterSongtextewhen the lies are nice and longyou tried to prove you were bettertried to prove me wrongyou only proved that you get wetterwhen the lies are nice and longi'll play my song and you play your gamesi'll cut the check you cut your veini'll make the point simple and plaineverything you've done has been in veinthis is the part where you diei feel so alive, so alivethis is the part where you diei feel so alive, so alive your teeth like keysplaying bach with my tonguewith hair like stringsand blood like rumyour teeth like keysplaying bach with my tonguewith hair like stringsand blood like rum you played your part so perfectlyyou thought that you were tricking mebut find out right fucking nowwho's the best at puppetrypull your stringsi'll pull minetalk your shiti don't mindmy name in your mouth makes you coolbut understand, we're not in high school Aus Songtexte Mania