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Century Perfect Lie

day into this is the perfect lie I throw away everything I can`t stand I lay my life in your hand into this is the perfect lie I'm crushing into something

sky on a morning beatific in its Indian summer breeze on the day that America fell to its knees after strutting around for a century without saying

'ave Ah so me go so back to de left and de right mek a flip so Waistline me 'ave plenty (Buckle up!) And prepare fi de wine ah de century Me look good

perfect lover yours will takes a century (century) a smile on my face every time you come around you never do me wrong you always hold me down (you always hold me down) you never lie

was a time, that I felt fine Then that is the time, I run my rhyme Cuz at that time my emotions are high My adrenaline's be, not telling a lie But if

some, some imagined warrior production Twenty-first century, no chivalry involved No Bushido Oh, the code of the West long gone Never been, where does it lie

sky on a morning beatific in its Indian summer breeze on the day that America fell to its knees after strutting around for a century without saying

invitation There's no time for sleep so motherfucker come on Welcome to the Odyssey Prancing through a black hole in the sky from the 30th century

me ah 'ave Ah so me go so back to de left and de right mek a flip so Waistline me 'ave plenty (Buckle up!) And prepare fi de wine ah de century Me look