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I always break my promises,

In candy aisles and cafe lines,

I always break my promises,

My word’s not worth a thing.

 

I’m always lying to myself,

In fitting rooms and changing rooms,

I’m always lying to myself,

My word’s not worth a thing.

 

Let’s eat until my blood runs black,

And drink until I’m sober,

And I’ll keep lying to myself,

Yes I’ll keep lying to myself.

 

Let’s skip ahead straight to dessert,

And then the night is over,

‘Cause I can’t stand to be myself,

No I can’t stand to be myself.

 

I always make my promises,

In studios, in dancers pose,

I always make my promises,

And monumental plans.

 

I always say this time is it,

In Lulu tights, in brand new Nikes,

I always say this time is it,

For monumental plans.

 

Let’s sweat until the night falls down,

Then drink away our sorrows,

And I’ll keep lying to myself,

Yes, I’ll keep lying to myself.

 

Let’s stretch the rules and bend the truth,

And deal with it tomorrow.

When I’ll keep lying to myself,

Oh, I’ll keep lying to myself.

 

I always go and fuck it up,

In golden pints, in darkened joints,

I always go and fuck it up,

My words don’t mean a thing.

 

I’m always lying to myself,

It just gets worse, each time is worse,

I’m always lying to myself,

My words don’t mean a thing.

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