1. Lies

One slip of the of the tongue

One right turned wrong

One truth twisted seven times round

One foot slipping off the ground

Now we've lost control

Now we wait for the final call...

Dust rises from the ocean

As fingers crossed becomes the new fashion

Raise your voice

Limit your choice

You're here to lie

A talent we all live by

Just some lies

No more cries

A wayward wink

Inbetween a cautious blink

Why shouldn't honesty be second best

When imagination can put our minds to rest

Spin the tales

Ride the whales

Remember white still stains

A jerk of the head can snap the reins

We've lost control

As we wait for the final call

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