The Death of Me    
     
Well, your middle name is trouble
And thatís what you got me in
Anytime you place or show
I know Iíll never win
You roll with loaded dice
Always hitting sevens
While Iím staring down the snakeís eyes
And wishing for eleven

Sweet lilí devil, from all I can see
Youíre gonna be the death of me

A rotten apple under the tree
Mirror, mirror, what do you see
Oh, the death of me

Youíve got a date with destruction
And youíve made me your ďplus one.Ē
Iím looking for my options
And finding there are none.
Oh, Iíve got a sinking suspicion
That youíve done this before
That Iím not the first poor soul
Whoís seen you darkening their door

Sweet lilí devil, from all I can see
Youíre gonna be the death of me

A rotten apple under the tree
Mirror, mirror, what do you see
Oh, the death of me

Solo

You like the finer things in life
But the finer things arenít free
I know youíll be looking over
When they finally bury me
You finally sprung the trap
And caught me in your snare
But I canít point fingers, no
I put my own self there.

Sweet lilí devil, from all I can see
Youíre gonna be the death of me

A rotten apple under the tree
Mirror, mirror, what do you see
Oh, the death of me

Solo

Sweet lilí devil, from all I can see
Youíre gonna be the death of me

A rotten apple under the tree
Mirror, mirror, what do you see
Oh, the death of me
 
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