| One day she saw the truth in the white eye
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| Then she turned around and ran home
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| Only once did she face the truth
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| And she never wants to see him again
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| Because the truth is not beautiful
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| No, he's rather grotesque
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| The truth is not lovely and pure
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| No, rather bitter and bitter
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| Then she returned home to the lie again
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| He hugged her in his arms
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| There she immediately forgets the truth
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| Then the lie whispers her name
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| One day she saw the truth in the white eye
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| Then she turned around and ran home
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| Only once did she face the truth
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| And she never wants to see him again
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| One day she saw the truth in the white eye
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| That day she forgot
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| Only once did she face the truth
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| This time she has condemned
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| For who does not want to condemn
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| That which is hard to take
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| She wanted to forget her truth
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| So now she does not know who he was
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| No, she returned home to the lie again
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| He hugged her in his arms
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| There she immediately forgets the truth
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| Then the lie whispers her name
|
| One day she saw the truth in the white eye
|
| Then she turned around and ran home
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| Only once did she face the truth
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| And she never wants to see him again
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| No, no, she never wants to see him again
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| She never wants to see him again |