Hot Lies, The

Hot Lies, The - A Breath And It's Gone

His goodbye letters are getting worse,

nothing more than usual words.

a single thought eats him inside

and makes room for his pride.

who do you think you are?

I saw him today, his smile is still the same

he never spoke the name

of the barricades he has built inside

shelter from jealousy's bite

who do you think you are?

so tell me who do you think we are?

deadshot baby

love means something other than this

deadshot baby

deadshot baby

tell me, tell me if you can hear the "knock-knock"

from the coffin of good intentions

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