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Lie Lie Lie (Serj Tankian) · 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) · Lie Down in the Grass (Charlie Peacock) · The Grass Roots/The Grass Is Greener (Grassella Oliphant) · Grass Roots: The Best of New Grass Revival (New Grass Revival) · Once Upon a Lie (The Sunstreak) – and 90 other albums »


leaves turning red,
But the grass is as soft 
As a feather in a featherbed.

So I'll be king and you'll be queen, 
Our kingdom's gonna be 
This
crow? And what did first down fall?
"Before I'll lie in your bed at either stock or wall"

"Oh envy's greener than the grass, and is higher than
And cope with this task

Then there's things that grow so fast
Like ebb upon grass
Flow upon bud wrath
Think as these things come to pass
We live upon
the days He gives
I am here, I am here
And I am His
For such a time as this

Can't change what's happened till now
But we can change what will be
By living
will follow your ghost as it climbs up the rockface
And lie with you on the grass above

And I'd like to change all this
And I'd like to wake up from
down sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall wall tender as the green grass drink the whisky horror see
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.

Relent
to bear?)

Who is the crowd that peers through the cage,
As we perform here upon the stage?
Tell me a lie in a beautiful way
I believe in answers just
favours
Afterlife is purgatory
Chained by our own hypocrisy
Submerged in hate and fear
As we dawn upon a new age
Expression is rage
Child's cry beckoning
There's a message that's been left
In the long grass by a stranger
Who's passed this way before
Planted seed from which we reap 
A bitter harvest
This light is one to hold your own weight.
This light is unto those who haven't looked.
Tied by the ghost into the current resolution.

Well, it
what they seem
No, this is no bad dream

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me
what they seem
No, this is no bad dream

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me
The years creep slowly by, Lorena
The snow is on the grass a gain
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena
The frost gleams where the flowers have been
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by

Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas
what they seem
No, this is no bad dream

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me
line in your sights, pioneer
Keep your eye on the road
Remember what you told her
This is all in code, my dear

Like Dean Moriarty’s ghost
I came
I take your hand
We walk towards where the roses once grew

I lie back in the grass and dream of how it once was
The rubbishstrewn streets
Riperising
Is this all that's inside
It wasn't worth it, the grass is black
Will someone please just take me back
All I want was everything I've always had
The years creep slowly by, Lorena,
The snow is on the grass again,
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena,
The frost gleams where the flowers have
to be just as he is
Virtually real, and commercially appealed
To the lust of all the people where he lives

Eve was so naive, blinded by the pride
And this is what it looked like
When we started walking home
The night sky bleached to silver
Against the city's bones
In dreams or in our waking
It's
lie,
I'd sacrifice the world for you and watch my senses die.

The tune that is yours and mine to play upon this earth,
We'll play it out the best we
Is what you have in that there bag?
Him kind of get frightened
And begin to hide it beneath him rag
That man no fear high Lord
If we go and begone
The cause is Ozymandian
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and bevelled
The land lone and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand

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