There was honor among the thieves, the only truth
I could believe. But, when the lies applied to me
and mine it's better left unsaid. We could write
the hit parade outside The Masquerade. The
headache comes in tidal waves, the spoils of the
spoiled. The lines of history became the scenery.
It's strictly an accessory, an image to uphold.
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But, it's all in fun and sin until someone calls
it in. The cycle comes around again. But, I'm
older now, and don't you know, I've figured out
the antidote. It overwhelms, engulfed in smoke.
It's all we can to cope. g****** these idle hands
as hindsight can. Our hopes and plans are
unfulfilled. It's overwhelming. There's a proper
place and time though the bags under your eyes,
they don't lie.
I could believe. But, when the lies applied to me
and mine it's better left unsaid. We could write
the hit parade outside The Masquerade. The
headache comes in tidal waves, the spoils of the
spoiled. The lines of history became the scenery.
It's strictly an accessory, an image to uphold.
[ Letras de Canciones encontraron en es.mp3lyrics.org/OwcE ]
But, it's all in fun and sin until someone calls
it in. The cycle comes around again. But, I'm
older now, and don't you know, I've figured out
the antidote. It overwhelms, engulfed in smoke.
It's all we can to cope. g****** these idle hands
as hindsight can. Our hopes and plans are
unfulfilled. It's overwhelming. There's a proper
place and time though the bags under your eyes,
they don't lie.