She lives the glamour days.
The Euro-fashion phases.
So set another trap some other way.
'Cause she's not biting.
And oh no, she's getting wasted again.
Imagine that.
Hooked on saving faces.
What are you thinking.
What are you doing here.
You pretend you're safe inside.
But I know what no one knows.
We're the same.
Undefined by you.
As you're living through my eyes.
Always living through my eyes.
She's taking over the game.
And always running away.
They've tried to tug her in so many ways.
She's still inviting.
And oh no she's playing bastard again.
Imagine that.
Hooked on pointed fingers.
Are you breathing.
What are you doing here.
You pretend you're safe inside.
But I know what no one knows.
We're the same.
Undefined by you.
As you're living through my eyes.
You pretend you're safe inside.
But I know what no one knows.
We're the same.
Undefined by you.
As you're living through my eyes.
'Cause it's a union of androgyny.
That lingers like the plague.
Know it's still a question of gender.
Imagine she's pretending that she's hooked on saving faces.
What were you thinking.
What are you doing here.
You pretend you're safe inside.
But I know what no one knows.
We're the same.
Undefined by you.
As you're living through my eyes.
You pretend you're safe inside.
But I know what no one knows.
We're the same.
Undefined by you.
As you're living through my eyes.
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