Lyrics

All of those little things I don't want to share I know what I want But it just isn't there And I lie Yah I lie We're too tight to tango But not one in the same Apprehension is the answer In this unwilling game Why try When you can lie I don't think I can Hate myself any worse Still I grow more comfortable With every verse And I lie Yah I lie I don't like to chain to smoke I don't like to think I never liked acid And my clothes do not stink And like an aomeba In my single cell As I spread myself thinner Do I choose my hell When I die You know I'll lie Still my bed could not grow To suite all of my needs Now I make my bed I must follow the deed So I lie In it I lie in it Yah I lie By ommission I lie With your permission Yah I lie Yah I lie Yah I lie That's the truth
Writer(s): Jim Lauderdale, Jack Owen Ingram Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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