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I liked to say thing about myself,

Other thought that they were about them.

We talked, and I explained how I hated that.

I love talking about myself.

It was understood that I don't lie.

I talk like I walk, not over doing it.

I am like a saint, trusting is the only thing they taught me.

I learned not looking at others.

Saw no point

Saw no point.

Saw no point.

There was a story about one man.

He was not what the story made out to be.

He stood as clean as a gun.

One look at him you would say, he did stuff,

And stuff followed him.

Where is the lie? They ask.

I talk like I walk, not over doing it.

I am like a saint, trusting is the only thing they taught me.

I learned not looking at others.

Saw no point.

Saw no point.

Saw no point.

Yes, a criminal is a killer.

No lie about that, because when it come to it,

A man will do what, they got to do.

How easy it to see that, it is not a lie.

That you can did what you did.

That is what they say.

I talk like I walk, not over doing it.

I am like a saint, trusting is the only thing they taught me.

I learned not looking at others.

Saw no point.

Saw no point.

Saw no point, because it is not even a lie.