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Let The Record Show Lyrics - Opheliac - Emilie Autumn

Learning tricks with absent guile 

Reeling in your crooked smile 

Why did I turn to you? 

I wanted a hand to pour my heart into 

 

And now I bump my grind through another night 

Lose my mind in another fight 

Why did I turn to you? 

I gave you the chance to prove the rumors true 

 

And now I'm paying with my, paying with my life 

I'm paying with my life, my life, my life 

 

So let the record show 

That you murdered me in your coldest blood 

With your own two hands 

Don't think no one understands, it happens every day 

 

Looking life like a burlesque show 

Get them off and they'll let you go 

Why did I turn to you? 

I only turned out to be just one more girl you slew 

 

And now I bump my grind for another 

Lose my mind in another 

Why, why, why, why 

I gave you the chance to prove the rumors true? 

 

And now I'm paying with my, paying with my life 

I'm paying with my life, my life, my life 

 

So let the record show 

That you murdered me in your coldest blood 

With your own two hands 

Don't think no one understands, it happens every day 

 

You're jealous, oh you're jealous, why? 

It's a simple excuse for a complex crime 

So write this on your soul 

But don't waste my time 

 

If I'm going down then I'm doing down good 

I'm going down then I'm going down clean 

I'm going down then I'm going down 

The prettiest broken girl you've ever seen 

 

If I'm going down then I'm going down good 

I'm going down then I'm going down clean 

I'm going down then I'm going 

The prettiest wretched whore you've ever seen 

 

While I breathe 

I've got no evidence to prove my end 

And so you'll walk away? 

Nope, wrong again 

 

So let the record show 

That you murdered me in your coldest blood 

With your own two hands 

Don't think no one understands, it happens every day 

 

You're jealous, oh you're jealous, why? 

It's a simple excuse for a complex crime 

So write this on your soul 

 

And let it show 

That you murdered me in your coldest blood 

With your own two hands 

Don't think no one understands, it happens every day 

 

You're jealous, oh you're jealous, why? 

It's a simple excuse for a complex crime 

So write this on your soul 

But don't waste my time 

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