Flew into the flames
Played your little games
You draw me in
Most curious disgrace
Crawls across your face
As I let you win
Quite the soul charade
You're barely making grade
It's plain to see
Bittersweet escape
Knowing it's too late
I always win
Well, the devil's always in the detail
Just to catch you when you run away
We should've gone our separate ways
'Cause you never really had a prayer
It's coming to an end
May as well pretend
It's all okay
Take a deep breath in
The lies are wearing thin
And I know the truth

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