skeletons.

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your dirty little secrets

your pretty little lies

the skeletons in your closet

sleep with open eyes

you'll have to let it out sometime

and take off your disguise

or i might have to spill the beans

and i'd hate to see you cry

the skeletons live in your closet

and traitors get the knives

'cause we can't have betrayal

ruining our lives

you tell me all your secrets

and i will tell you mine

lock it up tight

and throw away the key

darling, you don't want to have to

run away from me

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