Let me see something real?
I envisage your eyes, dark
And the slant of your lips
So untrustworthy is your soul.
Dark, is the slant of your lips
So untrustworthy is your soul
Embrace the spectre you are
Yield to your hypnotic appeal
Tired of the spectre you are
I Yeild to your hypnotic appeal
Justification in my palm
I forget with the 7am alarm
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