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Submitted:Apr 2, 2009 Reads: 87 Comments: 6 Likes: 2
The lies that I'm selling are white like the rope
That you put around my neck
You said it's innocent
But in a sense
You're not as innocent
As the rope that led me led me to believe
And the bird's eye view was from down below
And I still lied on
But in the ground I drowned
And Irony, Miss Ivory
Killed the cat not curiosity
And I still lied on
And your light's still on
And a sillhouette
Says not as innocent
As you led me to believe
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