Текст (слова) песни: Tristan Prettyman - Hypocrite
Surrounded by such morons they stand on their heads to please one another bow down, in each others presence only to turn around for more lies
Hate the moon, but you say you love the stars and you ride around in your fancy cars what a hypocrite you are well these contradictions have gone way to far
I can hear you but I, cant make out the words and are you for real or are you pretend? cause you always say one thing, and do another and for what? what are you trying to cover?
hate the moon, but you say you love the stars you`ll ride around in your parents fancy cars what a hypocrite you are these contradictions have gone way to far
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