[Music - P. Craddick, D. Ott / Lyrics - P. Craddick]
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Don't you know that one day you'll be found out?
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Faulty explanations, changing colors -- all breed doubt
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:You push your thoughts away from the day when you must pay
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When the storm becomes a blizzard, don't play dead like a lizard
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Pull it out -- wash it off
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With the blade of deception sheathed the wounds can heal
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Though you like the darker climes, they shade you from the real
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Don't pull it off -- cut it off
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A game is fair when the players abide by the rules
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You speak with forked tongue and cast yourself the fool
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There's something slightly saurian in the structure of your skin
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Your conscience is well padded, your reasoning is thin
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:So you put your prayers away until the hunt when you're the prey
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On the darkest judgement night, the ledger books will be set right
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Pull it out -- wash it off
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With the blade of deception sheathed the wounds can heal
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Though you like the darker climes, they shade you from the real
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Don't pull it off -- cut it off
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A game is fair when the players abide by the rules
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You speak with forked tongue and cast yourself the fool
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Watch your tail
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You're headed for a tailspin
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Approaching danger cuts the water like a shark's fin
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The Lizard
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