windmills
You keep telling lies
You spin it so good others fall
They don't realize what you have done
They just flow with you
You tell them stories
Of the young searching for gold
When the gold is found
The eyes telling no lies
You don't say what happen
When each one tries to outwit each other
Until finally one emerges with his pot of gold
The story of the master of the game
Now the money takes flight
It is said $889 billion in the last 8 years
In overseas accounts hidden by contracts
You keep telling lies
The stories can't hide any more
The people realize they have been duped
You keep a straight face still saying your lies
Only the older generations eyes of old minds of lost souls
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