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You walked into this plastic paradise Deceiver or truth-dealer, you decide And now you're in my head, what does that say? About the kind of games we came to play What does it mean? How do I survive? In your beautiful dream; in your beautiful life I wanna come clean when I look in your eyes I wanna believe in your beautiful lies But I can only be here for so long The more I stay, the more I don't belong As the drums announce we are trapped inside a snare I realize you're the bait which got me there What does it mean? How do I survive? In your beautiful dream, in your beautiful life I wanna come clean when I look in your eyes I wanna believe in your beautiful lies Always in your scheming the pleasure and the price But all that I am feeling is more than paradise Always in my dreaming you taste like cherry ice All while I am being a scream in paradise Always in your scheming the pleasure and the price But all that I am feeling is more than paradise From Letras Mania