Tricks

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I'm done with smoke screens
And fancy veils
I'm done with all this petty decorating of myself
I'm hanging up these
Whistles and bells
'Cause I can tell
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That none of my tricks work on you
No matter what I do
You seem to see straight through
Why don't they work on you?
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I'm done with high heels
Ribbons and bows
I'm done with pulling up my skirt
so that you rethink saying no
I've got no cards left up my sleeve
I've tried everything to please
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But none of my tricks work on you
No matter what I do
You seem to see straight through
Why don't they work on you?
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Guess you should want me the way I am
Truth is I want to be more than that
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So I'm gonna find me someone to believe
Only the versions I show them of me
Yeah I'm gonna find me someone I can
Hold in the palm of my hand
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Cause none of my tricks work on you
No matter what I do
You seem to see straight through
Why don't they work on you?
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Why don't my tricks work
Why don't my tricks work
Why don't my tricks work on you baby?
Why don't my trick work,
why don't all my tricks work
Why don't my tricks work on you?
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Cause you're the only one I wanna fool
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