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She's crying inthe wallpaper made of skinAll the pictures lookafflicted by the horror of the room they're inThe drapes, they are all drawnand all the furniture is goneNot willing toleave this behindshe knows that she must keep on tryingSo she doesAll the whileyou look on with a smile at her song that you think you know what it's all aboutMoths at the flame,you will never knowanything like she does, but you think you know what it's all aboutShe's crying inall those places that you've beenlike the tank that was her heart so fullyou'd sooner sink than swimLonging inspired by what transpired in telephone wireshang from claws of of love like bats aboveLetras de cancionesand only fuel her fire ever hireAll the whileyou look onwith a smile at her song that you know think you know what it's all aboutMoths at the flame, you will never knowanything like she does, but you think you know what it's all aboutAll the tinselin the vineyardshe has tangledin her innardsYou've outspun hernimble spidersee your future there inside herthen see new insinuationsDirty ivorydivinationsPlay your fateand cast your spellsNow she is but a wishing well All the whileyou look onwith a smile at her song that you know what it's all aboutMoths at the flame,you will never knowanything like she does, but you think you knowbut you think you knowbut you think you know what it's all about From Letras Mania