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smokin' little siren,
indicting all my posturing with that gaze.
you're struggling to put out all the fires
that you spent years creating
but promiscuity won't help you soak them down.
You need to be forsaken to find the warmth.
I'm pinned up on a fence here,
and Lord, I know you're terrified of strings
but I have seen your face when you're sure it's safe
to let go of a pose that
you have been contorted in for years
it hasn't served you well girl,
so stop smiling
I know that you gotta run from all this shit.
I know that you gotta run from SWAIN
I know sometimes you gotta flee to find yourself
but baby, you don't gotta run from me.
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