Loving different men,
Telling all these lies,
Who do I think I am,
I can feel all of your eyes,
I know I am being watched,
Therefore I trust no one,
Letting free all of your secrets,
That only works for some,
She tells me that she knows me,
Like the back of her stupid hand,
But I tell you that cannot be,
My life is hidden in the sand,
Can't you see,
She thinks I'm free,
Well,
That just proves it,
She doesn't know me, ...
...I don't know me...
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