Hope You Don't Believe A Word

Of All The Things I Know You've Heard About Me

Really Just A Pack Of Lies

You See The Truth Before Your Eyes Around Me

Hard To Keep It Straight

The Real From The Ruse

Probably Way Too Late

What Can I Do, But It's



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Not What You Think

Not What You Hear

Not What You See

It's Just The Image

It's All On A String

All Fantasy

Not Really Me

It's Just The Image



**Would It Be Too Much To Ask

That You Could Just Give Me The Chance To Prove It

Or Would It Only Be A Waste Of Time

To Try To Make You Change Your Mind And Use It

What I've Been Looking For

Isn't What I Thought

Not Behind The Golden Door

You're All I've Got, And It's



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**Repeat



*Chorus