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Sweet, Sweet Lies

from Nothing Is​.​.​. by Thomas Bryan Eaton

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Trees are bare, wind is blowing
cold I don’t know which way I’m going
but I know,
I’ve got to get to you.

You left town, rather quick,
spun me around, left me feeling
sick,
of being alone.

So take me out, prop me up,
poison me with your silver cup of lies.
Oh oh
Sweet, sweet lies

Sweat on my brow, taste in my mouth,
I don’t know how you do these things
to me,
please do these things to me

So take me out, prop me up,
poison me with your silver cup of lies.
Oh oh
Sweet, sweet lies

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from Nothing Is​.​.​., released December 25, 2020

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