I have got a matchbook of lies.
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Ask me for a cigarette, I'll hand you your demise.
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Anyone need a light? Just ask.
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The horses are playing piano againˇ¦
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Beethoven, where have you been?
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Such elegant hooves, a symphony of truth
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Care to dance baby? No such thing as too soon.
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With deceitful romance false happiness will produce
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Happiness is romance. In the end isn't that the real truth?
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Do horses play piano? No. didn't think so, oh well
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When this dance is done we will both be doomed
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Our love will be ruined and the horses will be screwed.
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Ha! Everything rhymes and everyone loses.
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Bethoven! where have you been? such elegant hooves, a symphony of truth.
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but i lie. and lie.
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Am I losing the race against time? I look down only to find
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the horse I'm riding must be blind
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Maybe its because he's been feeding on lies.
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If I had a cigarette for every time I told a lie
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Today would be my day to die
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Ive trained horses to play the piano
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Too bad they can only play one tune
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They'll keep playing till the dance is done
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then were doomed.
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The horses are playing piano again.
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The Horses Are Playing Piano Again
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| The Crinn |
