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lie to me, Baby
Surprised I can say anything
I should be dead by now
Maybe I've gone mad
I can hear them whispering, giggling
Don't want me to hear
Want me to believe things that aren't true
It must be easier that way
God knows I don't want to hear about how I stunt freedom
How I have magical powers with just the slightest expression or tone
Families and friendships dissolved like melting ice
Over nothing definable
I am too aware
They don't like it
