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Criminal Birds
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Flattery
Calling out your game Pretty bit of flesh with just a name I bet that you expected me to fall in line Swollen head built up with fake Compliments that hold no weight. How's that for some sweet flattery? Flattery. Flattery! Flattery. Come find me. Boasting a lucky face While I'm holding it to the flame; Roasting away your vile smile. Check the eyelids, They're full of wasted Iris without a gaze. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So what does it amount to? Flattery. Flattery! Flattery. Come find me. ... (and you know) ... Flattery. Flattery! Flattery. Come find me.
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