What's it like to be face to face with me
Playing tricks with hearts quite as young as yours
Do you know what the rent man pays for you
Do you feel like I'm supposed to do
I could be love
I could be your assassin
I don't know
Pictures or my face disappear with time
They give boys to quite tasteless friends of mine
Re-arrange thoughts to 'what will be will be'
There is no god so pray to me
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