you re lost without a fight just to be polite sliver fox and knifes just to be nice you gave me all you ve got but i have hit my stride can i stay the night just one more time you re a rag doll in my arms with no chance i m a tyrant in this land with blood on my hands leave me here in my defeat and wash me down with a frown she weeps but god forbid i live all my life like this with out your bliss a symbol of this deuce when night times loose my madness and my slump my danger my want pleasantries aside i prepare to confide a love affair that glides on the offshore type you re a rag doll in my arms with no chance i m a tyrant in this land with blood on my hands leave me here in my defeat and wash me down with a frown she weeps but god forbid i live all my life like this with out your bliss
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