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You liar
You told me you loved him
So what is this?

You push yourself back into my arms
Whispering sweet nothings
With that poison tongue of yours

Let the gods turn away their eyes
As I let myself hold you close
What is this that you are doing to me?

To make me love you
My pretty little liar
At least you are mine

Until someone else catches your eye




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Publicerad 2013-02-23 19:08



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