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Sweet Lies

(Steve Einhorn)
written by Brendan Smith
I'm stuck on the roadside and I don't mind taking a short ride...

Tell me sweet lies, sing me a lullaby
Hold me close and say that I'm your friend
I'm stuck on the roadside
And I don't mind taking a short ride
I get a little heaven, any way I can

All alone, far away
Got a front row ticket to a cloudy day
Too much time to sit and think about you
I can tickle myself and try to grin
But all I'm seeing is a sad end
Outside of this hole I'm standing in

Over the road, round the bend
Downtown and back again
It all seems the same when you're alone
A face goes by like one I knew
Smiles bringing a mind of blue
Feeling that I had on leaving home