You fancy secrets like have been told over and over again
Like a story book,like a Macbeth play,a very stylish perfection to a drama queen
You've got rifles like a gun shot sounding off
Yet,you let it down and there's bombing in your precious golden heart
It hurts to see,it hurts to feel
You promised sorry was a divine solution
You promised you promised
Like a story book,like a Macbeth play,a very stylish perfection to a drama queen
You've got rifles like a gun shot sounding off
Yet,you let it down and there's bombing in your precious golden heart
It hurts to see,it hurts to feel
You promised sorry was a divine solution
You promised you promised
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