baby the ti me i s ri ght to tell i t all li ke i t i s and now that i feel godli ke there is nothi ng that can not be ki ssed the name of a lonely soul i s scratched i nto my brai n he thought he was ki ng creole unti l he found out ti ll he found out
he si ts up on a throne he li ves a sleazy li e but hes all alone agai n, agai n
i can see a li ar si tti ng by the fi re trouble i n hi s heart laughi ng at the thought comi ng as he goes i nto overdose i wonder what he feels to me
baby the ti me i s ri ght to tell i t all li ke i t i s and now that i feel godli ke there is nothi ng that can not be ki ssed
he si ts up on a throne he li ves a sleazy li e but hes all alone agai n, agai n
i can see a li ar si tti ng by the fi re trouble i n hi s heart hes laughi ng at the thought comi ng as he goes i nto overdose i wonder what he feels to me
baby you are a li ar si tti ng by the fi re trouble i n your heart you are laughi ng at the thought
yeah, baby you are a li ar si tti ng by the fi re trouble i n your heart you are laughi ng at the thought comi ng as you go i nto overdose i wonder what you thi nk of me
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