Field Trip - Sleeve Of The Skin Тексты

Her giggles were make-believe,
And her kindness built to decieve,
Shes cloaked in innocence
You can dismantle me all you want,
If I had a naive soul
Shes dazzling of white champagne,
It puts excitement in these bones
Its a habit that I cannot fight,
You snatch the radar from my mind,
The scent of your deception
Come befuddle my disposition,
You can have anything you want,
Blows me a kiss now I cant see,
This incantation thats upon me
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