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False Claims



11/04/2005

How many days, how many years,
How long is it that I have to stay here?
You put me off, I wait in sorrow,
Yet you keep saying that its gonna be tomorrow.
What's going on, what am I doing?
Am I just playing myself in the brewing?
I hear your words, they sound alright,
But when it comes to action you take the flight.
But not to me, from that you flee,
I just don't understand what you say to me.
You make these claims, you make those promises,
Yet in the end all I see is dishonestness.


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