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Confessions
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I could use your gullibility
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Distort the painful truth
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Present a fear and laugh at you
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Leave you lost unsure removed
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The must I feel to put it right
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Put an end to naive faith
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In slick successes avenue
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The vacuum of save face
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Direct words can turn lost minds
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Towards some monster seed
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Lyrics sung from pretty looks
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Can on the reader feed
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Be strong to check and recognise
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The pretty face is all
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But being used to sell you songs
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That never say it all
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The incident meets the senses
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The illusions in a mask
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The sun of a summer afternoon
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Docility rocks the mask
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Broken loose from moorings
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In a flash the swell had passed
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Towards the beach with unabated speed
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Confessions of a mask
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Confessions
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| Peter Murphy |
