The
liars go
Bringing
with them
The
half truths
Riding
on the air waves
The
liars talk
In
straight faces
In
their palms
The
itching of sins
The
flow of bad
The
fall will be sad
When
night falls
The
dream of the nightmares
In
the daylight
The
liars forget their sins
They
keep telling lies
The
fall will be sad
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