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I'm so uncool that my fingers almost burn they've been known to strip the skin like the sun come and touch me, brave heart, with your velvet skin you're playing games with me you'll never win you spill tempting lies, silver, like fishes on the sand and tell me that heaven lies in the smallest touch of your hand and I'm almost believing you you're playing games with me and you will lose you drape mystery lightly, like gauze around your head and capture the midday sun in your eyes the sweetness in your face, it lies so easily if I believed in you, I'd lose me I'll eat you alive, oh, and you can hardly wait but I know that your fate holds you with a surer touch than I ever could, or ever wanted to believe me we're on our own and it's just you From Letras Mania