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When I strip for my window
The audience is always easy
And when I kiss my pillow
At least I know what he sees in me
I could be seductive
But I'm just not seductive
I'm not the mystery
That you made of me
So I've boarded up the windows
Of my palace
So I've grown accustomed to
Rose colored glasses
I called all the local papers
Saying look what he did to me
Look what he said to me
Don't take this guy seriously
Still I find myself on my knees
Repenting relentlessly
For what he didn't find in me
For what I didn't turn out to be
HATA BİLDİR
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