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Honesty is out of style So hammer in the coffin nails A message sent across to land With kisses for you We値l tell them nothing Our little secret They値l never make us, ever open up Tradition in and out the door Family our fatal flaw A future frameless in design A seamless concept We値l tell them nothing Our little secret They値l never make us Ever open up Never break our trust Until we池e coffin dust When this feeling fades It値l all seem like a waste The fragile bond has shaken loose This secret love a shrinking noose Suffocated on the truth Left with nothing |