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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
Well tell them nothing
Our little secret
Theyll never make us
Ever open up
Tradition in and out the door
Family our fatal flaw
A future frame less in design
A seamless concept
Well tell them nothing
Our little secret
Theyll never make us
Ever open up
Never break our trust
Until were coffin dust
When this feeling fades
Itll all seem like a waste
The fragile bond has shaken loose
This secret love a shrinking noose
Suffocated on the truth
Left with nothing
HATA BİLDİR
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