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The truth is like a dancer with shattered limbs |
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What once stood proud and graceful is languishing |
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And the midday sun beats down from above like a giant fist |
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That evaporates the veracity from within our midst |
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Don't speak of truth in times like these |
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The concept's riddled with disease |
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Deny the sights your eyes have seen |
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This is the new reality |
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The truth is like a painting that time defaced |
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A monument to beauty left in disgrace |
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And the faded flower that our eyes yet devoured is in decline |
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What once was as pure as an infant's embrace has become maligned |
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Don't speak of truth in times like these |
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The concept's riddled with disease |
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Deny the sights your eyes have seen |
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This is the new reality |
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The truth is like a lantern in heavy winds |
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What once shone like a beacon is growing dim |
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And the flickering flame dies out in the rain of perfect lies |
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Silver threads of smoke float upward into the sky |
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Don't speak of truth in times like these |
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The concept's riddled with disease |
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Deny the sights your eyes have seen |
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This is the new reality |
