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Texty: Amy MacDonald. This Is The Life. Poison Prince.


The poet?s a genius,
Its something I don?t see,
Why would a genius be trippin on me?

And there?s looking and another ,
Why he can?t see is that I?m looking through his eyes,
So many lies behind his eyes.
N tell me stories from your past,
And sing me songs you wrote before.

I tell u this my Poison Prince,
You?ll soon be knocking on Heaven?s door.

Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.

And what we all want and what we all crave,
Is open up these doors,
So that we can dance the night away.

Who said life was easy,
Who said life was fair,
Who said no one gives a dam,
And no one even cared.

The way you?re acting now,
Like you left that all behind.
You?ve given up,
You?ve given in,
And I?m a sucker of that kind.

Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.

And what we all want and what we all crave,
Is open up these doors ,
So that we can dance the night away.

Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.

And what we all want and what we all crave,
Is open up these doors ,
So that we can dance the night away