| Don’t lie to me
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| When you lie to you, you lie to me
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| We sit same fence, same view
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| Where you from, I’m from too, and
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| We can go the distance
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| I know you like the defined shapes
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| No open space, I know
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| So you can be the witness
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| Even on a day shift
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| Lose nothing but patience
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| From you, even the moon not far
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| From where we landing, and nothing is apart
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| We can ride off in a daze upon the
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| Wings of what’s been told to us before or
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| Ooh, we can make it ours
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| The silkworm into a moth is
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| No stroke of luck, it’s a birthright
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| I wake, sniff out the weakest link
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| It’s not a foul shot if I don’t believe in
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| Lines in the first place to divide right
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| I’ve learned to bring flowers to our fist-fights
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| I’ve never liked warring with you
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| Sitting same bench, same view
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| So we can go the distance
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| I know you like defined shapes
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| No open space, I know
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| So we can be the witness
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| And when it all shift
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| Lose nothing but patience
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| From you, even the moon not far
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| From where we landing, and nothing is apart
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| We can ride off in a daze upon the
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| Wings of what’s been told to us before or
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| Ooh, we can make it ours |