| Maybe your eyes are my father’s
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| Maybe your voice is my son
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| So hold me close like mother
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| I know your hands and what they’ve done
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| Our words are lost reality
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| There’s nothing left for us to be
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| Between the lines, a tragedy
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| We are the same, We are the same
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| We are true liars, true liars
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| A sad sad song, a sad song
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| We are true liars, true liars
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| I can see through all your colors
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| I hear through the nois when you speak
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| So hold me closly lover
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| Our words are lost reality
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| There’s nothing left for us to be
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| Between the lines, a tragedy
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| We are the same, we are the same
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| We are true liars, true liars
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| A sad sad song, a sad song
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| We are true liars, true liars |