| Everything is beautiful
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| Cotton fields, The open road
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| The radio plays a song
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| We both know, we don’t sing along
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| Words can be daffodils
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| Or a fire in an open field
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| I’m sitting here in the ash
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| Stupid words, I can’t take back
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| Bridge:
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| There’s a devil on my shoulder baby
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| Oohooh
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| And I believe too many things he says
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| I’m fighting these fears
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| As I find them true
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| And I’m sorry for hurting you
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies
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| La la la la la, la la, these little lies… |