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  1. Lies
  2. Genius
  3. Stupid Master


Lies
(da
"Stupid Lies", 1995)
Have you ever * me, have you ever?
Now I know what's in your eyes
Have you ever * me, have you ever known me?
Now I know what's in your lies

Every day, every night
How I wonder about your lies
Blue or green, dark or bright
How I wonder about your eyes
Turning left, turning right
My heart's happy only when it cries

No way to say your lies
No way, your lies, oh baby
No way to see your eyes
No way

I can't go on living, I can't go on
With all this truth that's in your lies
I can't go on wasting, I can't go on lasting
Till I find what's in your eyes

Every day, every night
How I wonder about your lies
Blue or green, dark or bright
How I wonder about your eyes
Turning left, turning right
My heart's happy only when it cries

No way to say your lies
No way, your lies, oh baby
No way to see your eyes
No way

Genius
(da
"Stupid Lies", 1995)
Have you ever asked to you, baby
If your words are really true, don't wanna tell you
Now your mind seems to be a coffer of secrets
And your smile * an effusion of hidden genius

When I look into your eyes
When I look into your eyes

Stupid Master
(da
"Stupid Lies", 1995)
I am here, I look around, and I feel better
I believe I won’t go out, and try to get her
Leave me alone, and take me home, into the shelter
Bring sun or rain, ‘cause I don’t want the fame,

Now, she’s getting old, oh that little girl
Oh, and I’ve been told, that she’s gonna
grow!

I did like her and the bike, just going faster
I don’t like she’s going out, on with that toaster
I’m just a dog, can’t get in that bog, ‘t would be a disaster
So I’ll let her go, ‘cause I don’t want the fame, my stupid master,
my stupid master, my stupid master, my stupid master

Now, she’s getting old, oh that little girl
Oh, and I’ve been told, that she’s gonna
die!

She’s getting into the wood
Just a million times I’ve told not to
She’s getting down to the pond
It is really a place you could just do
Hurt yourself 
Fall down and drown
Fall down and drown
But I won’t get out and save you
Not this time                       And she was
Will you leave me sleeping?         Moving, she was
Will you leave me sleeping?         Spinning, she was
Realize I don’t mind you            Drowning, she was
I’m not able to save you            And she was
I’m not able to save you            Falling, she was
I just tried in my mind             Sinking, she was
But you’re a stupid master          Screaming out
Can’t you think of yourself?        And she was
Can’t you think of yourself?        Moving, she was
Can’t you think of yourself?        Spinning, she was
Can’t you think of yourself?        Drowning, she was
 
Now, she’s getting old, oh that little girl
Oh, and I’ve been told, that she’s gonna
Now, she’s getting old, oh that little girl
Oh, and I’ve been told, that she’s gonna
die!


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