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Introdução:
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I heard the truth was built to bend
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A mechanism to suspend
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The guilt is what you are requiring
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Still you've got to dance little liar
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Just like those fibbs that pop and fizz
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And you'll be forced to take that awful quis
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And you're bound to trip and she'll detect the fiction
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On your lips and dig a contradiction up
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And the clean coming will hurt
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And you can never get it spotless
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When there's dirt beneath the dirt
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The liar take a lot less time
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I'm sure it's clear and plain to read
Its not an alibi you need just yet
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Time to decide on his saunter
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Have you got itchy bones
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And in all your time alone
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Can you hack your mind being riddled
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With the wrong memories
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And the clean coming will hurt
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And you can never get it spotless
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When there's dirt beneath the dirt