It came like an insidious, thief in the night
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A battle for your soul and inner light
He whispered words of love with a backhand
A dance between love and hate in no-man’s land
He’ll bring an apology, flowers and pretty lies
But now you can see through his clever disguise
Gather your heart and run as fast as you can
From that poor excuse of a soulless man
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