Liar¡¯s Nightmare
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Melody by Jean Ritche
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Words by Graham Nash
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Pub. By Geordie Music, Inc. (ASCAP), Nashnotes, Inc. (BMI)
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I have always been here
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And I'll always be there
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I can honestly tell you
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That I really don't care
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If all the babies are broken
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And the old folks are blind
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There's a hole in my heart
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But I know you don't mind
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If I laugh at the cripples
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And I cry for the clowns
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And I welcome the madness
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That I see coming down
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And I have no opinions
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So I feel no remorse
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I can see the Black Knight
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Riding up on his horse
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And there's fire in his nostrils
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And blood in his eyes
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And he's looking at you, kid
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As he races on by
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So watch out for his hooves
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They're gonna kill you for sure
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He's got some kind of sickness
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That no man can cure
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And his breath it will burn you
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And put out your eyes
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He'll tear out your tongues
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So you can't even cry
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That your body is broken
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And your spirit is dead
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And you hope against hope
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That it's a bad dream you had
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About a meeting with Elvis
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At the back of the store
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You're both shoveling plasticware
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Right out of the door
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And the men who control you
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Keep yelling for more, more, more, more
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You pay all your taxes
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But you don't know what for
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'Cause nothing seems to get better
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Things seem to get worse
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We're all living in danger
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From a politician's curse
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All promises have been broken
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All lips have been read
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Well the mouth has spoken
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But nothing's been said
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The dream has been shattered
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The flags have been burned
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You better make up your minds
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From whatever you've learned
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About your family values
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And the way they've been scorned
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Some babies have been battered
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Way before they've been born
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Some call me a liar
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Some call me a thief
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But the way that I look at things
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I can't get no relief
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So I went to a meeting
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Spoke out of fear
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They said, "Thank you for sharing,
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Now why are you here?"
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I said: everything's shaking
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Including myself
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I keep all my feelings
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High up on a shelf
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And I can't seem to reach them
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But I know they were there
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I'm trapped in this vacuum
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And I'm gasping for air
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Some people get better
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Some people just fold.
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Some people rise above it
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Or so I've been told
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So I started to leave,
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I was searching for more
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They caught ahold of my sleeve
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But I slipped through the door
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I ran back to the office
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With my back to the wall
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When I came to my senses
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I had no one to call
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So I called up the doctor
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He told me to lie
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He said, ¡°Get out of this nightmare
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Or you surely will die.¡±
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So I forced myself to wake up
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And opened my eyes
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But the man in the mirror
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Was there in disguise
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He was playing his part,
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Living in a trance
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Sentenced to be a witness
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'Cause he had no defense
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The anesthetic is wearing thin
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And you're starting to sweat
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And you finally realize
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That it ain¡¯t over yet
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'Cause the way you've been feeling
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They must have hit a nerve
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I know it's not what you want
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But it's what you deserve
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The operation is over
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Listen to me please
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I'm begging forgiveness
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Down on my knees
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Coming back to consciousness
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I was out of my head
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Well the dream is over
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And I'm back in my bed
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I¡¯ve always been here
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And I'll always be there
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I can honestly tell you
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That I really do care
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I gotta tell you the truth
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About the sadness I find
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I have opened my heart to you,
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And I hope you don't mind.
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Liar's Nightmare
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Graham Nash |