(Eleanor McEvoy)

I wasn¡¯t the kind to ask questions
I wasn¡¯t the kind had the time,
I wasn¡¯t the kind with a suspicious mind
Now I¡¯m kind of sorry, oh how I¡¯m sorry
It¡¯s not what you did has me sleepless
It¡¯s not what you did has me aching so much,
It¡¯s not what you did that is hurting the most
It¡¯s the lies that you told, covering up

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Please, please don¡¯t say how much you think of me
Please, please don¡¯t say how much you cared
Please, don¡¯t say that you¡¯d never lie to me
Spare me those lies you¡¯ve prepared.

I¡¯m not above feeling foolish
I¡¯m not above being betrayed
I¡¯m not above, singing stories of love,
But God how my stories have changed
It¡¯s not what you did has me sleepless
It¡¯s not what you did has me aching so much
It¡¯s not what you did that is hurting the most
It¡¯s lies that you told me, those lies that you told me.

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