you took pictures of our interlaced bodies, our incandescents tongues. our flavours ran aground against sharp rocks. our ship himself drowned in the ocean of your deceitful soul
you've lied so much and because of you i was lying to myself
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words are liars
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you took pictures of our interlaced bodies, our incandescents tongues. our flavours ran aground against sharp rocks. our ship himself drowned in the ocean of your deceitful soul
you've lied so much and because of you i was lying to myself