Con Artist
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Back when I was just a girl
I could never understand
I am the victim of a crime
But all the blood's on my two hands
And I thought I was an angel with two wings
I let your words turn me to pulp
I let my tears turn into stone
I let my body turn me off
And I let too many turn me on
And I never let myself feel anything
And oh, despite the charming words you've said
It was you who stole the briefcase in the end
So please forgive my sins and pardon my French
But God it's you who is the con artist
I'm disillusioned after years
Of playing childhood make-believe
And now I've got that looming sense
That something bad's coming for me
And my imagination doesn't have a shield
I am a healer who's in pain
I am a spy with no disguise
I am a prophet spreading wisdom
Who can't take her own advice
And I'm a thief without a single thing to steal
And oh, despite the charming words you've said
It was you who stole the briefcase in the end
So please forgive my sins and pardon my French
But God it's you who is the con artist