I've heard it all before,
So many lies,
Too many to remember,
Or recount,
Too much effort,
To remember,
The need for such lies.
Lies of self-preservation,
You told many times.
You are too honest to lie,
You're so easily caught,
Foolish to even try,
Lies shouldn't be your style.
Lies, lies, so many damn lies.
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