On High
I honor all my lies by heart
for everything their worth
And have to say it's too damn bad
you have my bale as firth
That all I gain is obvious
for telling hearts a lie
When everyone get's hut to say
that's not true; and here's why
And all of you will know it's true
when all I do is lie
And everyone avoids the truth
and comes to me on high
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