Like a bad lie, by ghostly

We'll have you jerks high

You raised our memory

And impressed us to the core

But you stole the songs you sang

That your best friends recognize

All the youthful skin and eyes

And some flowing clocks to fly

Faced to the moon

To the moon

Oh it's like a bad lie

And you only love yourself

Oh you're just gazed at your son

Giving thought to someone else

That your best friends recognize

All the women is the sky

Do they want to take the ride?

Do they stay on your good side all the time?

Freedom, freedom, all we can

But now they don't remember it

So come on, just sound of something

A souvenir from the roadside

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