The street light
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Through my window
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Makes me feel secure
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There's no one to distract me
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I'm locking the door
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You cannot barge into
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My own little world
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You can't take the joy
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From the soul of this girl
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Telling me your lies, lies, lies
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Don't tell me your lies, lies, lies
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My thoughts are all tangled
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I don't know what I feel
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You try to confuse me
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'Till I don't know what's real
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You say what's good (for me)
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You don't even know me
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You don't even want the truth
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That you need to feel
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The power that was taken from you
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Telling me your lies, lies, lies
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Don't tell me lies, lies, lies...
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So I'll pretend,
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And we'll all be happy
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But in the end
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There's no telling when
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You'll slip off the edge
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And you start up again
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But I'm not the same child
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Who just had no defense
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Don't tell me your lies, lies, lies...
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Don't tell me your lies, lies, lies...
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All that's left is this knocking
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Of a heart you left on the shelf
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You twisted your love
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'Cause you don't love yourself
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Don't tell me your lies, lies, lies
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Don't tell me lies, lies, lies...
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Don't tell me lies...
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Lies
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Cyndi Lauper |