He is a liar, He is a liar,
He is a big liar, He is a big big liar...
pretending to be happy,
like everything is as he desired,
but if you can open him up,
you will see burning inside him despair's pyre,
he is a liar, he is a liar....
he is a liar, he is a liar....
don't believe what you see
he is not what he seems to be
always keeps a smile on his face,
but observe for some time and you can trace,
from the clenching of the teeth,
in his soul there is suppressed a ball of fire,
he is a liar, he is a liar....
moving effortlessly through the days,
like he never gets tired,
but if you can read his mind,
all the time he keeps on thinking of time to retire,
walks there on the way,
looks at the things and shows no interest,
like he needs nothing,
but in his heart he has a thousand desires,
he is a liar, he is a liar....
so don't you believe what you see,
he is not what he seems to be,
he is just pretending to you and me,
everything is fair and nothing he aspires,
he is a liar, he is a liar....
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