The
things we do
We
almost try to hide
Something
bad we know
Let
nobody see it through
But
the circle we go in
How
long can we keep secrets?
When
we keep on saying
The
watchers will keep track
We
may not realize it
Sometimes
it comes back to haunt us
The
things we do
We
think we wrapped it properly
But
they say truth can stand alone
Rain
or shine; storm or flood or war
The
truth will still stay intact
It
is our lies which will crumble
The
things we do
We
better do it right
The
watchers will keep track
We
may not realize it
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