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Lizards and Snakes
It never ceases to amaze me how women fall for them
Cold hearted thieves of hot blooded lovers
Until the tears flow and they come to my door
Singing the same refrain of why, why, why?
Oh but his words were so smooth and his eyes so deep
Now I am supposed to be the healer of hearts
Why, why, why wasn't I the lover you sought
When you heart was strong and on fire?
I don't want the ashes of his campfire
Where he sacrificed your innocence
After you spurned the one who would have been true
This isn't my fault, so why are you at my door?
Are you here to offer the broken pieces up to me
Or am I just to lay my hands on your shattered glass?
You believed his tongue as he forked you into submission
When I wanted you to be yourself in passions equity
You decided the crocodile ride was the better thrill
But thin ice all looks solid until you hear it crack beneath your feet
Before you can get back to shore the sinking feeling suffocates your dream
Why is it up to me to breathe life back into your drowned soul?
Yes I know snakebites kill but I don't have a cure
If it were so I would not be alone now, nor would you...
There is no medicine injection, the antidote dwells within two
Cold hearted thieves of hot blooded lovers
Until the tears flow and they come to my door
Singing the same refrain of why, why, why?
Oh but his words were so smooth and his eyes so deep
Now I am supposed to be the healer of hearts
Why, why, why wasn't I the lover you sought
When you heart was strong and on fire?
I don't want the ashes of his campfire
Where he sacrificed your innocence
After you spurned the one who would have been true
This isn't my fault, so why are you at my door?
Are you here to offer the broken pieces up to me
Or am I just to lay my hands on your shattered glass?
You believed his tongue as he forked you into submission
When I wanted you to be yourself in passions equity
You decided the crocodile ride was the better thrill
But thin ice all looks solid until you hear it crack beneath your feet
Before you can get back to shore the sinking feeling suffocates your dream
Why is it up to me to breathe life back into your drowned soul?
Yes I know snakebites kill but I don't have a cure
If it were so I would not be alone now, nor would you...
There is no medicine injection, the antidote dwells within two
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