Come Clean
from Fiction by Putnam Murdock
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On the bedroom floor, lights are off.
I’ve got the tv on, you should’ve known
Not to trust a dog like me.
I never said I would be true…or maybe I did.
The lies you need to hear.
So slide on over here, don’t be coy.
I will whisper in your ear how she was.
I’ll tell you what you want to know.
You won’t believe how easy it was to come up with
The lies she needed to hear.
I gently held her wrist just like this.
You know her breaths got quick
Like yours just did.
Acting like she’s so innocent,
She didn’t even know that she’d said
The lies I need to hear.
Fiction is all we need.
So why’d you come clean.
Whose fantasy is it this time?
Yours or mine?
We’ve got to keep this game alive.
I’ve got a dirty mind but you just seem to love the pain
Of the lies I need to hear
And the lies I need to tell.
I’ve got the tv on, you should’ve known
Not to trust a dog like me.
I never said I would be true…or maybe I did.
The lies you need to hear.
So slide on over here, don’t be coy.
I will whisper in your ear how she was.
I’ll tell you what you want to know.
You won’t believe how easy it was to come up with
The lies she needed to hear.
I gently held her wrist just like this.
You know her breaths got quick
Like yours just did.
Acting like she’s so innocent,
She didn’t even know that she’d said
The lies I need to hear.
Fiction is all we need.
So why’d you come clean.
Whose fantasy is it this time?
Yours or mine?
We’ve got to keep this game alive.
I’ve got a dirty mind but you just seem to love the pain
Of the lies I need to hear
And the lies I need to tell.
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Fiction,
released 01 June 2008
Written by Putnam Murdock and Tom Carlisle.
Written by Putnam Murdock and Tom Carlisle.
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Every Thursday night the Centre Streeters would gather in circle in a living room and evoke every damn lost, drunk, and ... more brokenhearted song known to man... in four part harmony of course. Each time brought me closer and closer to the point of knowing no other way of life. My bio is isn't finished, but I've been gifted with humility. Sitting in a circle, playing songs is where the real music exists. less
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