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I'm not just your friend,
I'm your skin and bones.
I think that I can tell when you're acting.
Like nails on the edge of a cliff,
Your tongue wraps around your life.
I will tell you how,
I will tell you how,
How it makes me feel.
I was the Queen of the Grand Old Opry,
Now I'm going down in a wad of flame.
I'm not just your friend,
I'm your skin and bones.
I think that I can tell when you're acting.
It's not good enough,
It's not good enough,
I just want to see where you'll fall.
Like nails on the edge of a cliff,
Your tongue wraps around your life.
I will tell you how,
Tell you now,
How it makes me feel.
Why argue?
Without blood,
Without help,
You'll be like us all.
Used to think there was no future left to talk about.
Open up and let the King of flailing tongues in.
I'm not just your friend,
I'm your skin and bones.
I think that I can tell when you're acting.
It's not good enough,
It's not good enough,
I just want to see where you'll.
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