Painted lies on painted lips
that promise, “Heaven tastes like this.”
I don’t believe that I believed in you.
All that money wants.
Painted lies on painted lips
Painted lies on painted lips
the indian wind along the telegraph lines
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Painted lies on painted lips
Painted lies on painted lips
that promise, “Heaven tastes like this.”
I don’t believe that I believed in you.
All that money wants.