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But actually, you're crazy, aren't you? / Aren't you on the corner of the bed? / In the daylight.  Saying I'd better hope / nobody comes in through the open door. / Your square glasses can't hide your drifting eye, / and I know you've answered the call before. / "Lie to me, lie to me, lie to me bride." / I can hear the rattling of the freight door. / I know you have a secret, bound in rope, / that the gold band on your hand, in your head, / is a knot around your finger, your youth. / What part could I have in this divine plan? / A liar, a liar, is a good man.



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