It's Personal Lyrics

you were just one of her moments
as she put on her performance
she had all the angels summoned
someone called for you to come on

painting precious golden years black
stained glass shatters holdin' tears back
gargoyles gaze from her balcony
statues catch you stuck in honey

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black lace gloves up to her elbow
flayling in love, saying hell no
midnight strokes on the penjulum
she gets her new boyfriend to come

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sell your soul so unmerciful
signed cursive irreversible
things getting personal, oh it's personal

it's not magic, it's practical
claimed as baggage, she packed it all
act it all out like it's scripted
kiss it goodbye like her lips did

you've acted sweet to all her friends
less liesure and more tolerence
on your knees you gave her siezures
she said please you had to tease her

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