I can’t feel the warmth from the gestures that are false
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The hand feeds me stabs me from behind
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As the blade inches in you don’t even begin
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To think that I’d be one to do the same
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We’re all alone and there is only one throne
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So come on tell me that you really are my friend
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You hold me a story that I told
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Who wouldn’t trust a person if they said it was true
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You believe when I’m thinking that you lie
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Because I do all the time and so does everybody else
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I can’t feel the warmth from the gestures that are false
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The hand feeds me stabs me from behind
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I found myself lost on a straight and narrow course
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If you can’t see it then you must be blind
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Everybody Lies
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| Fiction Plane |
