Telling Lies
Teeelliinggg Liiieesss
Gorgeous girls are bound to meet
To talk of stars and kings and feet
Through the chromosomes of space and time
Me I'm fast like bad infection
Gasping for my resurrection
Swear to me in times of war and stress
Telling lies
Telling lies
Telling lies
Telling lies
Telling lies (Oh ah visionary oh ah visionary)
Telling lies (feels like somethings gonna happen this year)
Telling lies (Oh ah visionary oh ah visionary)
Telling lies (feels like somethings gonna happen this year)
Teeelliinggg Liiieesss
Shadow falls in shrinking smiles
See me poised at the happy games
Standing in the mouth of all that's pure
Come straggling in your tattered remnants
You come to me with teras and blame
I'm your future
I am tomorrow
I am the end
Telling lies
Telling lies
Telling lies
Telling lies
Telling lies (Oh ah visionary oh ah visionary)
Telling lies (feels like somethings gonna happen this year)
Telling lies (Oh ah visionary oh ah visionary)
Telling lies (feels like somethings gonna happen this year)
Telling lies
Telling lies
Oh ah oh
Oh ah oh
Oh ah oh
Oh ah oh
Feels like somethings gonna happens this year
Oh ah Teeelliinggg Liiieesss
Feels like somethings gonna happens this year
Oh ah Teeelliinggg Liiieesss
Feels like somethings gonna happens this year
Oh ah Teeelliinggg Liiieesss
Oh ah
Oh ah Teeelliinggg Liiieesss
Feels like somethings gonna happens this year
Oh ah Teeelliinggg Liiieesss
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