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Текст: TLC. FanMail. Dear Lie.

Dear Lie, you suck
You said, you could fix anything
Instead, I?m fucked
You made things even worse for me
If I had balls I?d tell you get away from me
Guess, I?m not smart
I let you unnerve me, I let you control me
Afraid the truth would hurt me
When it?s you that hurts me more

Get outta my mouth
Get outta my head
Get outta my mind
Stop putting? words in my head
Get outta my mouth, you?re nothing but trouble
Get outta my life, get out of me
Out of me, out of me
Out of me, out of me, Lie
Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie

Dear Lie, you?re dumb
You think, you?ve got the best of me
You think, you won
Misread my vulnerability
I?ve got your walls
Now get the hell away from me
I?ve learned your art
Won?t let you unnerve me
Won?t let you control me
The truth will only free me
And your lies won?t hurt no, no more

Get outta my mouth
Get outta my head
Get outta my mind
Stop putting? words in my head
Get outta my mouth, you?re nothing but trouble
Get outta my life, get out of me
Out of me, out of me
Out of me, out of me, Lie
Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie

I?ve got your walls
Now get the hell away from me
I learned your art
Won?t let you unnerve me
Wont? let you control me
The truth will only free me
And your lies won?t hurt no, no more

Get outta my mouth
Get outta my head
Get outta my mind
Stop putting? words in my head
Get outta my mouth, you?re nothing but trouble
Get outta my life, get out of me
Out of me, out of me
Out of me, out of me, Lie
Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie

Dear Lie
Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie Lie
Dear Lie