I
don't listen to your lies
It
makes me want to cry
Standing
by the telephone booth
Listening
to you spinning your words
I
can't get it through
I
don't hear you are sincere
You
want to live an easy life
You
will sell your soul and die
But
do you really care?
As
you speak of how you get it
Leaving
the potholes of many
You
keep on talking
I
don't listen to your lies
It
makes me want to cry
Listening
to your words
You
will sell your soul and die
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