[00:00.00] 作曲 : Simon Milner/Gary Barber/Dominic Apa
[00:31.78]Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything
[00:37.45]Mirrors deflect light from their eyes
[00:41.61]Fact turns to fiction when we blink
[00:44.39]Things best forgotten don't you think
[00:46.21]Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
[00:48.93]
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[01:22.25]Those brittle trees, those skeleton leaves were meant for dying
[01:27.35]Swallow the lies more than the truth
[01:31.52]They're always ready on the tongue
[01:34.56]For all the falsehoods to be sung
[01:36.20]Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
[01:39.18]They don't love you, the just need a little *** sometimes
[01:47.09]True colours shine through
[01:50.98]Don't beat yourself up for being too blind
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[02:08.55]They don't love you
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[02:33.18]Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything
[02:38.28]Mirrors deflect light from their eyes
[02:42.77]Fact turns to fiction when we blink
[02:45.09]Things best forgotten don't you think
[02:47.12]Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
[02:50.01]（They don't love you） Those brittle trees,
[02:54.07]those skeleton leaves were meant for dying
[02:58.12]（They just need a little *** sometimes） Swallow the lies more than the truth
[03:02.60]（True colours shine through） They're always ready on the tongue
[03:06.86]They don't love you
[03:10.49]They just need a little *** sometimes
[03:14.82]True colours shine through
[03:18.77]Don't beat yourself up for being too blind

作曲 : Simon Milner/Gary Barber/Dominic Apa
Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything
Mirrors deflect light from their eyes
Fact turns to fiction when we blink
Things best forgotten don't you think
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies

Those brittle trees, those skeleton leaves were meant for dying
Swallow the lies more than the truth
They're always ready on the tongue
For all the falsehoods to be sung
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
They don't love you, the just need a little *** sometimes
True colours shine through
Don't beat yourself up for being too blind

They don't love you
Too old to sell, too young to tell, too much of everything
Mirrors deflect light from their eyes
Fact turns to fiction when we blink
Things best forgotten don't you think
Sit comfortably whilst telling lies
（They don't love you） Those brittle trees,
those skeleton leaves were meant for dying
（They just need a little *** sometimes） Swallow the lies more than the truth
（True colours shine through） They're always ready on the tongue
They don't love you
They just need a little *** sometimes
True colours shine through
Don't beat yourself up for being too blind