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Race to be
Rat of the first rate
I can't make the bed
I just fake it

We lie hand in hand
Stay open more than we can stand
I'm strung out on your will to love
There is no compromising

We can go to bed
Living parallel lives
I will bore you to death
Please consider them lies, all lies

Middle way
Between the two-faced
Uttermost repel
Follow the sea smell

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The only way to loosen up
Can't moderate or make the call
There is no compromising

To face the facts of my life for you only
If you only could see how I'm growing
Tired of blowing it

Men walk hand in hand
Break weak links in chain of command
They're strung out on your will to love
There is no compromising

We can go to bed
Living parallel lives
I will bore you to death
Please consider them lies, all lies