Working late was how it started Leaving early, staying late Out with friends you said I believe Working out or helping neighbors
You played me like a stratacaster Save the music I heard enough
Wrapped every sign of misbehaving With a warm and fuzzy, feel-good tale Had no clue I was whipped and dreaming Walking blind with a candy cane Then I caught the downward spiral roller coaster crashing down
You played me like a stratacaster Save the music I heard enough
Hit and run without a clue You left me bleeding Now we're through two-faced schemer with one more lie looking for another try
see my finger take a peek I'm not your Jesus I'm out of cheeks
You played me like a stratacaster Save the music I heard enough
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