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Lie Lie Lie (Serj Tankian) · Green Doors, Closed Doors and Gambler's Guitars: A Singles Collection, 1956-1962 (Jim Lowe) · Women Lie, Men Lie (Yo Gotti) · Women Lie, Men Lie (DJ Cover This) · Lie Baby Lie (Brantley Gilbert) · Lie Baby Lie (Brantley Gilbert) · Lie Baby Lie (Brantley Gilbert) · Nocturnal Minds/Living the Lie (Nexus) · Swinging Doors and The Bottle Let Me Down (Merle Haggard) · 3 Doors Down (3 Doors Down) – and 90 other albums »


s, Goodbye. 

One by one my leaves fall.
One by one my tales are told.

It's no lie
She is yearning to fly.
She says Adiós, says Adiós,
And now you
I am that kind, living blind
Real a lie, I am that kind
Living blind, for a lie

Behind closed doors your folded blind,
You're truly mine, from behind
In the town of spring hill, Nova Scotia,
Down in the heart of the Cumberland mine,
There's blood on the coal and miners lie
In the roads that
the floor

Three hundred people living out in West Virginia
Have no idea of all these thoughts
That lie within you
But now
But now
But now
Now, now, now, now,
dies

When night comes down
You lock the door
The book falls to the floor

As darkness falls
The waves roll by
The seasons change
The wind is
How'd your bottled crown fall off
Tell me how'd you get so tired
Fade it down to the wire

Try living a lie and kicking out
The same old guise
Wasting
When night comes down
You lock the door
The book falls to the floor
As darkness falls
The waves roll by
The seasons change
The wind is wry

Now wakes
Spreading his disease, living by his story
Knees, knees
Falling to your knees, suffer for his glory
You will

Time for lust, time for lie
Time to kiss
In the town of Spring Hill, Nova Scotia
Down in the heart of the Cumberland Mine
There's blood on the coal and miners lie
In the roads that never saw
I just got hit by a ton of bricks
But I won't lie down
While I'm alive I'm gonna get my kicks
I won't lie down
I'm old and dirty from the wrong side
growing
On an island above flowers growing

Behind a mirror, behind a door
Flowers growing
Drifting fires of orange flowers
Roll down the stair, down
by the way that I feel 

Lie down, my love, lie down 
I will sing you a lullaby 
Lie down, my love, lie down 
Rest easy and close your eyes 
Like
When the clock strikes one I stare at the door
By the time it reaches two I'm walking the floor
When the hands oh so gently drop down on the three
like seasons do
This life we live is an open door
That was the fate of me and you
May you find what you're looking for
I never meant to hold you down
laid his head on a pillow of down.
Kisses she gave him three.
With a penny knife that she held in her hand
She murdered mortal he.

"Get well, get
A child of three reaches out to touch
And only sees pretty powder puffs
Down the road a black child plays
But the dreams he holds lie a cotton field
A child of three
Reaches out to touch
And only sees
Pretty powder puffs
Down the road
A black child plays
But the dreams he holds lie
A cotton
at your door
Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door

Three more days till I see your face
I'm
Did you ever have the feeling
You're the only person living in the world
And people that you see
Are one-dimensional and never there at all
In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia
Down in the dark of the Cumberland Mine
There's blood on the coal and the miners lie
In the roads that
seem to calm me down with your lies
Even though I know better I try and I try
But you always have the perfect alibi

If a lie goin' get me through
I
a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon
The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon

Now somewhere between the dog food
living on the other side, contact

Clara Clairvoyant
Her consultation is 10 to 4
Look
Kathy Kathoolica
In the box from 3 to 4
In the shadow
Leave genitals
folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three 

Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
the D to step back
Unless they be deranged, dough

Rae me fa so la ti dough
The chiza rarely do missa
Money earner isa
Barn burner

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