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Well come on baby
Wont you tell me
Wont you sell me another line
I hear the words your speaking
I know the thoughts your thinking
Make me bleed for your pleasure
Another time
Cross the threshold
Of no emotion
I paid the price for my soul
Friends with benefits
Loss of innocence
In those eyes of ice
I lost control
Well come on baby
Won't you bleed me
Won't you feed me more of your lies
I am the anti valentine
Poisoned arrows, twisted mind
Your ravaged savior crucified
Used, refused and then tossed aside
Cross the threshold
Of no devotion
I paid the price for my soul
Friends with benefits
Loss of innocence
In those eyes of ice
I never know
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