C#m F#m I heard the truth was built to bend C#m F#m C#m A mechanism to suspend the guilt F#m C#m Is what you are requiring still F#m You've got, to dance little liar C#m F#m Just like those fibbs to pop and fizz C#m F#m And you'll be forced to take that awful quiz C#m And you're bound to trip F#m C#m And she'll detect the fiction on F#m Your lips and dig a contradicion up Chorus: A F#m C#m And the clean coming will hurt E F#m And you can never get it spotless E G# When theres dirt beneath the dirt C#m The liar takes alot less time I'm sure it's clear and plain to read It's not an alibi you need just yet Oh, no, it's something for those beads of sweat Yes, that will get you back to normal And after you have dabbed the patch You'll breathe and then proceed to scratch The varnish off that newly added calmness So as not to raise any alarms too soon Chorus F#m C#m Time to decide on his saunter F#m Have you got itchy bones? C#m And in all your time alone F#m E Can you hack your mind being riddled G# with the wrong memories? Chorus: And the clean coming will hurt And you can never get it spotless When there's dirt between the dirt | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C#m E F#m G# |