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Killing talk there, relative change
Ice on the wind and dust in the brain
And she takes it all, her long cold paces

By the way she breathes
Laconic phrases and miniscule changes in the kind of man
She'll strut around
Feather in her hair to lure them around
And she'll take it all, her long cold

Faces
Blur in the crowd, room of peregrine smoke abound
Infused with a hint of malaise
Oooooh
She's a product of her serpentine ways

When she calls him in, grin on her face
Perplexing scents make her feel some way
And she bares it all, the forlorn faces

A gilded cage
A way to digress her self-defeating ways
Fanning the flames, fuel for the fire
One more hit will take her higher
And she bares it all, the forlorn

Faces
Blur in the crowd, room of peregrine smoke abound
Infused with a hint of malaise
Oooooh
She's a product of her serpentine ways

Faces
Blur in the crowd, room of peregrine smoke abound
Infused with a hint of malaise
Oooooh
She's a product of her serpentine ways