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A prophet took my hand on all souls day |
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He preached the value of deception |
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Changing shadows by shape shifters rules |
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Tales are never just for fools |
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The caught of conscience came before me |
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Presented me with a heavenly angel |
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He took my hand and asked me truths aside |
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To his questions I replied |
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Do you want the truth or something beautiful? |
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Just close your eyes and make believe |
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Do you want the truth or something beautiful? |
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I am happy to deceive you |
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He stood as tall as red wood trees |
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Drank tea from a seamstress thimble |
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I didn't want to speak the honest truth |
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So I spit out lies that aimed to soothe |
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Do you want the truth or something beautiful? |
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Just close your eyes and make believe |
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Do you want the truth or something beautiful? |
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I am happy to deceive you |
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Sacred lies and telling tales |
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I can be who you want me to be |
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Sacred lies and telling tales |
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I can be who you want me to be |
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But do you want me? |
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Do you want the truth or something beautiful? |
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Just close your eyes and make believe |
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Do you want the truth or something beautiful? |
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I am happy to deceive you |
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Sacred lies and telling tales |
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I can be who you want me to be |
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Sacred lies and telling tales |
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I can be who you want me to be |
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But do you want me? But do you want me? |
