When you laugh,
I can hear the lies dripping
With the fakery you swear true.
So if my body is the temple,
And my ears are the door,
Why would I humour you
At the expense of my own core?
When you laugh,
I can hear the lies dripping
With the fakery you swear true.
So if my body is the temple,
And my ears are the door,
Why would I humour you
At the expense of my own core?
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