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written by Chris Cortier, Iron Egg Music (ASCAP) Copyright 2010
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Her heart is cold, her soul forsaken, be careful if you play her game.
When I told her I was taken, she laughed and said "You're all the same."
She's like a metaphor for something more sinister it seems.
You'll need a minister to administer last rites for your hopes and dreams.
Her heart is cold, her soul forsaken, be careful when you play her game.
You think you're bold, but you're mistaken.
A moth never suspects the flame.
Her heart is cold, her soul forsaken, be careful when you play her game.
Cuz there are things she will awaken, you'll feel too good to be ashamed.
You'll feel too good to be ashamed.
You'll feel too good to be ashamed.
I feel too good to be ashamed.
Written by Chris Cortier Copyright 2010
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from
Something More Sinister,
released February 19, 2011
Chris Cortier: Trombone, Vocals
Jason Benjamin: Trumpet
Janelle Reichman: Clarinet
Chris Johnson: Piano
Joe Exley: Tuba
Curt Garey: Drums
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