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i don't know what it is
about your pretty eyes,
it's hard to look away,
it hurts to know you cry,
i wish that i could live,
inside your bedroom walls,
you make me wanna' run,
you make me want to crawl,
you've no idea
what it's like to watch you move :
like oil in water,
a work of art
using lies to tell the truth :
like oil in water,
the seconds ticking by,
i wait for you to smile,
i couldn't look away,
i'd miss you all the while,
i wanna' close my eyes
and know that you will too,
i wish that i could die,
and live inside of you,
you've no idea
what it's like to watch you move :
like oil in water,
a work of art
using lies to tell the truth :
like oil in water.