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Sunday, October 15, 2017
Milking The Truth
© 2017 Mark Cote
milking the truth 'til it's sour lies now
that's what it became
chewing the fat 'til your old and grey now
how do you behave
(bridge) and when those rats start to scurry around
hurry around
the wonders of the world will not be found
living underground
chirping birds with nothing to say
except behind your back
turn your eyes they don't know
haven't got the knack
(chorus) when you're gone I think you'll know
don't you know
what you seek is what you know
don't you know
don't you know...
(instrumental)
milking the truth 'til it's sour lies now
that's what it became
you can say it in so many ways
it's just the same
(bridge) and when those rats start to scurry around
hurry around
the wonders of the world will not be found
living underground
trying to shake the hand of time
with your calloused skin
the pearly gates may not unlock
won't let you in
(chorus)
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