I can tell you've got it bottled up inside
I can tell 'cause it shows in your eyes
You keep on keeping your secrets inside and I
I will tell you tell you no lies
That's my lip service lip service
That's my lip service lip service
I can tell you heard a lot of this before
I can tell you've had your fill
You you keep yours and I
I'll keep mine and when we tell stories we'll wait for bedtime
But the raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door
Then upon the velvet sinking
I betook myself to linking fancy unto fancy
Thinking what this ominous bird of yore
Said the raven nevermore
Your lips are sealed
But your eyes reveal the reason you tell me
The reason you squeal for my lip service lip service
For my lip service lip service
For my lip service lip service
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