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Dishonesty breeds like poison in an unhealed wound |
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Multiply, tell a little lie to pull the wool over |
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God's little eye |
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Before he makes up his mind and that wouldn't do |
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Life is one long ' |
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Play For Today' |
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The one that uses all the four-letter words |
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The one that everybody pretends |
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They've never never heard, oh yeah |
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And it gets in my skin |
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And I find myself fitting a form |
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That is worn like a badge on a blazer at school |
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Tear it off rip it up |
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Stick your two fingers up at the world |
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And the lying little worms |
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That would take you for a fool |
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For your life has to be this way |
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And you can't say this |
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And you can't watch that |
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It'll darken your mind, little child |
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A moral straight jacket to stop you running |
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Completely wild, oh yeah |
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And it's nice when being yourself behind a locked door |
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Talk in whispers when you're scared out of your mind, by the law |
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Who leave no bruises but the ones in your heart |
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And they're the ones that really hurt, yeah |
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The debate of the day, win a long holiday |
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You at home can decide what would be |
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The best way to kill, the best way to kill |
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And you don't stand a chance in hell |
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But you go down fighting to the sound of the bell |
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Losers all in the eyes of the men with the pens |
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But winners all in the end |
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The debate of the day, win a long holiday |
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You at home can decide what would be |
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The best way to kill, the best way to kill |
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And you don't stand a chance in hell |
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But you go down fighting to the sound of the bell |
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Losers all in the eyes of the men with the pens |
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But winners all in the end |
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Before he makes up his mind |
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Winners all in the end |
