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You preach of necessary evils, "margins and bargains," bullshit and slogans A lie is still a lie, and I see between the dotted lines You sought me out, clawed at my eyes Why should I have to follow the blind? Tear at my face, then up the stakes, I've made up my mind You're screaming promises that I don't want to hear My eyes are shut to you, both hands over my ears Your indecision's disguised as inner vision You ask me what I want, but never listen You're screaming promises that I don't want to hear My eyes are shut to you, both hands over my ears From Letras Mania