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Lie, lie, lie darlin'
until you get enough pennies
to buy even a little bit of truth
That's a tragedy of youth
Yesterday we build a fort
today our love was cut short
because we just didn't agree
on what idea of forever would be
I know what I feel like doin'
fighting for love, love, love
Would you like to join me
There's a magic you'd enjoy
I know what you feel like doin'
making kingdoms out of ruins
I would love to join you babe
No tomorrow, so don't say maybe
Lie, lie, lie darlin'
until we create a happy ending
out of episodes of pretending
that it's what we really want
Lie, lie, lie darlin'
until we get to better days
to save our ideals
without confusing ways
© jessiepetrova
until you get enough pennies
to buy even a little bit of truth
That's a tragedy of youth
Yesterday we build a fort
today our love was cut short
because we just didn't agree
on what idea of forever would be
I know what I feel like doin'
fighting for love, love, love
Would you like to join me
There's a magic you'd enjoy
I know what you feel like doin'
making kingdoms out of ruins
I would love to join you babe
No tomorrow, so don't say maybe
Lie, lie, lie darlin'
until we create a happy ending
out of episodes of pretending
that it's what we really want
Lie, lie, lie darlin'
until we get to better days
to save our ideals
without confusing ways
© jessiepetrova
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ah to be young and naive lol teenage years