When you tell the stories
you always make her out
to be the bad one
But I heard last week
you stabbed that guy
five times in the alley
behind the bar,
that don't sound
so angelic
And I heard on
that same night
she was teaching
blind kids to read,
no that don't sound
so bad
Now who are we
to trust,
when you're selling lies
in the dark
And all your stories
seem like shams
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