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A lie?
But who's telling?
Better yet, who's believing?
Am I living or dying?
Depends on the question
Am I twisted around, or twisting around?
One things for sure, can't take it no more
The truth?
Is it?
Where do I go or what do I do?
Common sense was spent long ago,
Penniless as far as reasoning goes
A gray area?
Is it black or white?
Can you see the clear sky from outside looking in?
Can you tell me to stop before I'm gone
Is it real if your in it or do you react?
A lie is the truth if you tell yourself
The truth is a lie if you cannot believe
Spinning and swaying I step off the shelf
Somehow I'm lost in spite of myself
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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