The Devil Wears Prada Lyrics
7. This Song Is Called
I am the speaker but what is responsibility? This I beg of you, build me brick upon brick. High tides; waves of hypocrisy. I didn't think the clock struck more than twelve times. I decided to name her insomnia. Her teeth (show) like white seeds in a scarlet fruit. This I must tell you, my friend, (Her teeth (show) like white seeds in a scarlet fruit.) This I must tell you, my friend, my friend This I must tell you, my friend, my friend, my friend: Fear beauty Fear beauty This is meager, this is feeble. She was only a fiction and my creation, my creation.
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