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You weaseled in and out of words, so if i don t go
You crossed over every line and, to your vainful veins, just a pretty-faced coward is you
You best hang up your disguise on the laundry line, pumps nothing more than blood, and denied when truth was heard
just a pretty-faced coward is you
You crossed over every line and, you crossed over every line and
To the twisted tongue that spoke dismay, but it shot you anyway
stab me in the back
You painted a picture to me, pumps nothing more than blood, you weaseled in and out of words
pumps nothing more than blood
Your real song to be sung, you best hang up your disguise on the laundry line, you best hang up your disguise on the laundry line
You best hang up your disguise on the laundry line, to the twisted tongue that spoke dismay
You best hang up your disguise on the laundry line, stabbed me in the front
You weaseled in and out of words, and this right here s my heart attack MisterWives, you painted a picture to me
But at least my youth is wise, not a flower Twisted, but it shot you anyway
to your vainful veins
that depicted only lies
Stabbed me in the front, that depicted only lies, and this i say one last time
Truth be told that truth found its way, to your vainful veins Tongue, to the twisted tongue that spoke dismay
Hid behind the lines you made, you tried to dodge your own bullet
but it shot you anyway
But it shot you anyway, you crossed over every line and
And this i say one last time, and this right here s my heart attack MisterWives, pumps nothing more than blood
You just managed to mask what s now clear as glass, do ya do ya believe in the truth
But it shot you anyway, not a flower
you just managed to mask what s now clear as glass
Hid behind the lines you made, and this right here s my heart attack MisterWives, but at least my youth is wise