Mock-Up Heatmiser

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Secondary, secondary self for myself
A devil doll, a close call, somebody else
And your luck, your love, your luck
You're just a wicked friend and it's time that you're finding out
Are you scared that i'm dying, under voodoo spells?
Start believing in hell

Secondary, secondary self for myself
A sick part, a dead heart, somebody else
And you wanna get well on your own
But truth to tell, you've been shot to hell
You're all broken bones

All I ever, all I
All your fainting spells
Hearing things that I'll never tell anybody else
I'm not shooting, I'm not shooting, I'm not playing
I'm here waiting, oh anybody!
Well I guess, well I guess I'm not playing

Melodrama, it's just me
It's just me, it's just me
It's your luck, your love
Your luck, your love
Your luck, your love
Your luck, your love