So you fabricated lies
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Your paper thin disguise
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And seek out the affections
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Of those you once scorned
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We always knew you lied
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Each time your lips tore apart
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Venom and bile oozed out
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And now
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We know - The truth - Will out
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You'll always reap what you sow
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We have nothing to fear
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You'd best look over your shoulder
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Your angel of suffering's near
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And now
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We know - The truth - Will out
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Were you even there?
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Apparently you weren't
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'Cos everything we said
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You obviously never heard
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Effortlessly changing your spots
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Facelessly blending
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Searching for some direction
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Lacking any master plan
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We know the truth will out
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As surely as night follows day
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We know the truth will out
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As you crawl away
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Shapeshifter
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Stampin' Ground |