White Lie.

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Keeping tell your little white lies.

I swear you must be high.

Are you trying to touch the sky?

You can't fly.

Keeping tell your little white lies.

I swear our love is running dry.

Are you going to let it die?

You can't even try.

Keeping tell your little white lies.

I swear you are the bad guy.

Are you going to come by?

You can't I am saying good bye.

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