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I like to lie
'cause I hate checking facts
I'm a busy busy man
I pay others to do that
I'll see you in the alley or up around the bend
I'll see you in heaven when I buy my way in
I like to lie
I become a different man
Can swoop out of the desert sun
And take a girl by the hand
Tell her I'm a CEO or an indian chief
Ronald Reagan's bastard son neither boxers nor briefs
I like to lie
I save the small ones in a deep black hole
Bring the whopper's out when the camera's role
If it's big enough you'll all stand dumb
I've never had myself this much fun
I like to lie
Don't you know that time is short
And once you get going
There's no time to abort
One on top of another like a big pile on
Soon you'll all forget the original con
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