(Girls let me tell you what a liar will do
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He's always coming with something new
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He'll steal your heart...)
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He lives in the waste
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void of culture and taste
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His eye on a prize beyond
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his every word is in the right place
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But his word is not his bond
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His face is comely
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his heart it bleeds
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Yet it's but a mantel
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he has donned
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Mark him only by his deeds
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for his word is not his bond
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I'd love to take him
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out of this room
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And gently break him
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I'd love to see him dance!
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His protogee deals
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in confusion and fog
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Of power he is fond
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wheels within wheels
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Like master, like dog
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his word is not his bond
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I'm trying to swim
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but I'm caught in the shallows
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And I sense that I've been conned
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deliver him
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To the gallows
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his word is not his bond
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His word is not his bond!
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His word is not his bond
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| The Waterboys |
