my lips are spitting lies
youre within arms reach.
but our heads are miles apart.
I stick out my hand
to give you back your heart.
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lies buzzing around
like pesky little bees
they will make us fall
bring us crashing to our knees
lies buzzing around
like busy little bees
they sting our eyes, blinding
oh keep blinding, please please please.
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