You loosen your mouth
Your lips and your tongue
And go tripping over tales of a future
Where I don't belong
With every touch of treason
And every sleight of hand
You're falling deeper in the pretense
That I care or understand
You rolled me over
And sold me out
I've been struck down
There goes that girl
You said was just a friend
I wish for you that I was sweeter
I was weaker
Could ignore or pretend
For you I'm just a past time
A means to an end
To me you're just another lover
I can't defend or depend
You rolled me over
And sold me out
I've been struck down
You loosen your mouth
Your lips and your tongue
And go tripping over tales of a future
Where I don't belong
You sold me on the romance
You claimed was my fate
A sweet, subtle story
I'm still trying to escape
You rolled me over
And sold me out
I've been struck down
I've been struck down
I've been struck down
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