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Don't you know that one day you'll be found out? |
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Faulty explanations, changing colors -- all breed doubt : |
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You push your thoughts away from the day when you must pay |
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When the storm becomes a blizzard, don't play dead like a lizard |
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Pull it out -- wash it off |
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With the blade of deception sheathed the wounds can heal |
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Though you like the darker climes, they shade you from the real |
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Don't pull it off -- cut it off |
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A game is fair when the players abide by the rules |
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You speak with forked tongue and cast yourself the fool |
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There's something slightly saurian in the structure of your skin |
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Your conscience is well padded, your reasoning is thin : |
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So you put your prayers away until the hunt when you're the prey |
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On the darkest judgement night, the ledger books will be set right |
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Pull it out -- wash it off |
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With the blade of deception sheathed the wounds can heal |
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Though you like the darker climes, they shade you from the real |
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Don't pull it off -- cut it off |
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A game is fair when the players abide by the rules |
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You speak with forked tongue and cast yourself the fool |
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Watch your tail |
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You're headed for a tailspin |
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Approaching danger cuts the water like a shark's fin |