How We All Lie
He's on the players side
Everything's way in line
He does not shout
I never once saw him lose his temper
I can speak for myself
He has his own agenda
He does not shout
I never once saw him lose his temper
Sing songs are over
Now it's all game on
Fiction like friction and pockets of pennies
Are dreams of many a men these days
Swimming in women with power and pride
How we all lie
Fiction like friction and pockets of pennies
Are dreams of many a men these days
Swimming in women with power and pride
How we all lie
It may not have come across
That he don't complain or fuss
He began on the bench
It's unfair for me to criticise him
It was delivered with
The sort of smile that says
He began on the bench
It's unfair for me to criticise him
Sing songs are over
Now it's all game on
Fiction like friction and pockets of pennies
Are dreams of many a men these days
Swimming in women with power and pride
How we all lie
Losing is bruising this ego of mine
I struggle to grasp the slipping of time
The rope we slide down
The here and the now
We are all just bowing to natures crown
Fiction like friction and pockets of pennies
Are dreams of many a men these days
Swimming in women with power and pride
How we all lie
Fiction like friction and pockets of pennies
Are dreams of many a men these days
Swimming in women with power and pride
How we all lie
Everything's way in line
He does not shout
I never once saw him lose his temper
I can speak for myself
He has his own agenda
He does not shout
I never once saw him lose his temper
Sing songs are over
Now it's all game on
Fiction like friction and pockets of pennies
Are dreams of many a men these days
Swimming in women with power and pride
How we all lie
Fiction like friction and pockets of pennies
Are dreams of many a men these days
Swimming in women with power and pride
How we all lie
It may not have come across
That he don't complain or fuss
He began on the bench
It's unfair for me to criticise him
It was delivered with
The sort of smile that says
He began on the bench
It's unfair for me to criticise him
Sing songs are over
Now it's all game on
Fiction like friction and pockets of pennies
Are dreams of many a men these days
Swimming in women with power and pride
How we all lie
Losing is bruising this ego of mine
I struggle to grasp the slipping of time
The rope we slide down
The here and the now
We are all just bowing to natures crown
Fiction like friction and pockets of pennies
Are dreams of many a men these days
Swimming in women with power and pride
How we all lie
Fiction like friction and pockets of pennies
Are dreams of many a men these days
Swimming in women with power and pride
How we all lie
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Geoffrey Skinner, Robert Michael Harvey, Steve Corley, Stuart Coleman
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