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Thursday, May. 27, 2004 / 6:29 a.m.
The Lie
Confess to you my naughty secrets So you can stand and judge Tip your scale and condemn Me to a deeper hell Where the lights are harsher But is still dimmer Life without a gleaming hope The spark that keeps me going But you say you want to know And prod for details and truth That is too rare and raw Truth that drove Cassandra mad And sent Freud off on a witch hunt So let's just condemn me now And save us all the trial The state doesn't allow defense And the people want a hanging So let me be your scapegoat Your sacrificial lamb Go ahead and slaughter me And wipe clean your memory It's better to forget Or so I'm so often told But forgetting is a luxury For those who weren't there Who didn't see, didn't touch Didn't feel Left with lost illusions And shattered fantasies Wouldn't you just prefer forgetting Skipping on merrily Snuggling with the lie |
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