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Lies are the lipstick on your teeth.
Lies are the hidden shoes beneath your bed.
Lies are your hands behind your back before you speak.
Lies are your hair before you brush it to make it presentable.
Lies are in the backseat of his car.
Lies are in the first shot she takes at the bar.
Lies are the Christmas present he gave her seven years ago.
Lies are the crumbs beneath the table at Thanksgiving dinner.

Lies are...