Thirty odd years before on some grass covered wasteland,
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A boy is observed on his own who is watching and playing.
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He's just made a pact with himself,
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If that rabbit over there
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Doesn't go down yonder hole,
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Let the ground beneath him disappear.
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And it runs on past,
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Fades away in the distance
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But the earth doesn't move, nobody thought that it would.
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He makes bets and pledges again and again.
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Sometimes he wins, sometimes he loses, no matter,
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Some might call him stupid
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To tempt fate in this way,
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But he really does believe in it
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Each time the rules are made
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There he goes again,
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'If I never fall for a lady then Let me famous, let me be wise -'
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Now this one I like,
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It has a different ring,
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Instead of something trivial
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That's a serious undertaking.
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So I say to you,
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This time I think I'll act,
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I'll be a witness to this contract,
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I'll settle everything.
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So if you should ever fall in love
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You'll not only not be wise,
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You'll lose your memory and most of your mind
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And I've never been known to lie...
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And now he's not really sure if he truly heard someone,
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So what if he did, he thinks, for nothing will happen,
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Though he seems to shrug it off
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He won't play that game again,
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Forever morning after the night before
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When even one drop would cause pain.
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And the years go by.
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The incident is all but forgotten by one
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But the other who lives it remembers that innocent fun.
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The Lie
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| Tony Banks |
