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I love the way you lie,
With words that twist and sigh,
A symphony of deceit,
That makes my heart skip a beat.
Your lies are like a drug,
That I cannot get enough,
With each one I'm entranced,
In a love-hate dance.
I know I should despise,
The way you tell those lies,
But I can't help but adore,
The way you make me soar.
With every word you speak,
My heart begins to weak,
I love the way you lie,
It's my guilty pleasure, sigh.
But deep down I know,
That this love will never grow,
For in the end, the truth will rise,
And I'll be left with empty eyes.
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Dolly
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