Jon Langford - Living a Lie

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There's not a man here in this place
Could look that Cyclops in the face
Turning back the hands of time
There's nothing but perfect and the perfect crime

Thank you we're all doing well
Then the taxis and the axis fell
And you'll believe it's for the best
Oh you can leave like all the rest
Livin a lie you've been living a lie
Kicking that dust up in your eye
Livin a lie you've been livin a lie
Decoy duck is on the air
Reading his lines to the people there
In their houses made of sticks
Eating dirt and getting sick
There's chicken smiling on the can
Happy fish in the pan
There's pretty words
That scatter by
But cheating signs of these cheating times

Livin a lie you've been living a lie
Kicking that dust up in your eye
Alligator shoes and crocodile eye
Livin a lie you've been living a lie

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