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Lights are dim,
who's next in line
to suffer from your grin.
You framed me on your wall,
making me the prize of your empty hall.
Treating me like a teddy bear,
playing with me like you don't care.
The lights are dim,
after another bottle of gin.
I don't mind you
and your so-called petty sin, now.
The sun's coming down,
the moon's taking over,
you're coming down,
like a closure,
hanging on your wall,
making me crawl,
I'm no doll, baby.
The sun's coming down,
the moon's taking over,
you're coming down,
like a closure,
hanging on your wall,
making me crawl,
I'm no doll, baby.
The sun's coming down,
the moon's taking over,
you're coming down,
like a closure,
hanging on your wall,
making me crawl,
I'm no doll, baby.
Substituting you for a glassy friend
sending me up the river for all I know to pretend..
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