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FIELD TRIP lyrics : "Sleeve of the skin"

Her giggles were make-believe,
And her kindness built to decieve,
She's cloaked in innocence

You can dismantle me all you want,
If I had a naive soul
She's dazzling of white champagne,

It puts excitement in these bones
It's 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 can't see,
This incantation that's upon me

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