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She puts a smile on her face
Like her lipstick, paints
The doors of tomorrow's days.

She walks and talks like the 80's chick flick,
Maze runner undercover girl.

Standing on the bus stop of 1/12 drive,
Trying to make sense of her own disguise,
Fiona, underneath the skies.

I sold her out to the devil
I can't see her face like this anymore,
He's got her number pinned,
Looking down at her like
She's hell's little queen.

Finally I'm seeing things through her eyes,
Paradise could't take all of her.

He puts a smile like he owns
Every souls' heart,
Caged and shut away from tomorrows' days'
He's like the 90's Al-Pacino
Crazed by the sweet pulping fiction rage.

Standing on the bus stop of 1/12 drive,
Trying to make sense of her own disguise,
Fiona, underneath the skies.

I sold her out to the devil
I can't see her face like this anymore,
He's got her number pinned,
Looking down at her like
She's hell's little queen.

Finally I'm seeing things through her eyes,
Paradise could't take all of her.

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from Running In Circles, released December 23, 2016

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