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Conviction You look so good Lying on me bed But don't get it twisted I know where your lips have been Get out, get out now. Your picture may be worth a thousand words But not even the sweetest talk can change my mind. You're a fake and im fed up Realize that our time has come Don't act like it's not your fault. Your picture may be worth a thousand words But not even the sweetest talk can change my mind. Her hands on my back. The touch of her lips. The smell of her hair. That I cant resist. The face that she makes. When she starts to scream. The knife in my hand. Its all just a dream. Aus Songtexte Mania