Lies are made of gold
Truth should not be told
There's no, no finish line
Lies leading us by
Sweet, sweet misery
I can't get what I see
What if you could read my mind
Lies are made of gold
Truth should not be told
And no, no more unlovely please
From a bitter it will be
From a bitter it will be
Sweet, sweet secrecy
He's all over my
What difference would it
Make if we washed our hands clean
Lies are made of gold
Truth should not be told
And no, no more unlovely please
From a bitter it will be
Lies are made of gold
Truth should not be told
And no, no more unlovely please
From a bitter it will be
From a bitter it will be
From a bitter it will be
From a bitter it will be
From a bitter it will be
Come on, come on, come on, come on

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