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Bottle Of Lies
(words & music by Markus Rill) |
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Momma looked the boy right in
the eye
And what she told him when she told him she was sober,
was nothing but a bald-faced lie
nothing but a bald-faced lie
As a boy I didn’t dream she’d ever hurt me
As a boy I wanted to believe
What I heard not what I’d seen
What she said not what I’d seen
Momma talked right out of the bottle
Momma talked right out of the bottle
And I know it’s a bottle of lies
I know it’s a bottle of lies
I grew up and I learned to turn my head
I grew up and I tried hard to forget
But I ain’t forgotten yet
No, I ain’t forgotten yet
Momma talked right out of the bottle
Momma talked right out of the bottle
And I know it’s a bottle of lies
I know it’s a bottle of lies
I ain’t ever touched a bottle
I don’t think I ever will
Cuz I’ve seen my Momma die
And I lost her to the bottle of lies
I lost her to the bottle of lies
Momma talked right out of the bottle
Momma talked right out of the bottle
I know it’s a bottle of lies
I know it’s a bottle of lies |
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