I hear the rumor mill is turning To try and stop it is a waste of time Who fucked who will be on the front page The local air is thick with painted lies Truth in disguise
When you go out they'll be watching (eyes on you) I feel them all around Come tomorrow and they'll all start talking, In this little town Now watch me drown
Accusations and assumptions Will fill you up and start to cloud your mind The room is filled with stagnant conversation I see right through it with discerning eyes Beyond the lies
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