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Taking pictures of the boys
Passed out in your bed
True collector till the end
You burned your bridges well
With games of kiss and tell
Left me twisting in the wind
You occupy your days
Walking through a maze
Convincing everyone you've got a lot to say
You're such a pretty thing ...
I taught you everything you know
When you first came to town
Buying drinks until you drowned
So many wasted nights
The blood lay an your hands
Trying to make amends
But you're spilling on your dress
The gypsy's on the move
But the caravan remains
New backdrop but same old play
You're such a pretty thing...
I taught you everything you know
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