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Lies are told by everyone everyday
From the false actions we choose to prevail
A faithfull-looking hand on my shoulder
A meaningful-seeming kiss
Only to be more perfect in this world
So normal does not feel amiss
Only when someone is not looking
We steal and love, unexpectedly
To most our virtue is individuality
But most who attempt to act, only flee
To know if one's word is ever true or not
Is only known by the preacher, and not whom he has taught
