| Dishonesty breeds like poison in an unhealed wound
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| Multiply tell a little lie
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| To pull the wool
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| Over god’s little eye
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| Before he makes up his mind
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| And that wouldn’t do
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| Life is one long Play For Today
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| The one that uses all the four-letter words
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| The one that everybody pretends
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| They’ve never never heard
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| Oh yeah
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| And it gets in my skin
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| And I find myself fitting a form
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| That is worn like a badge on a blazer at school
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| Tear it off rip it up
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| Stick your 2 fingers up at the world
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| And the lying little worms
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| That would take you for a fool
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| For your life has to be this way
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| And you can’t say this
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| And you can’t watch that
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| It’ll darken your mind little child —
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| A moral straightjacket to stop you running completely wild
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| Oh yeah
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| And it’s nice when being yourself behind a locked door
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| Talk in whispers when you’re scared out of your mind
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| By the law
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| Who leave no bruises but the ones in your heart
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| And they’re the ones that really hurt
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| Yeaaahhh
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| The debate of the day, win a long holiday
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| You at home can decide what would be the best way to kill
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| The best way to kill
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| And you don’t stand a chance in hell
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| But you go down fighting to the sound of the bell
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| Losers all in the eyes of the men with the pens
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| But winners all in the end
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| The debate of the day, win a long holiday
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| You at home can decide what would be the best way to kill
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| The best way to kill
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| And you don’t stand a chance in hell
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| But you go down fighting to the sound of the bell
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| Losers all in the eyes of the men with the pens
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| But winners all in the end
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| (Before he makes up his mind)
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| Winners all in the end |