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One minute closer to the hour of your doom turn and face the strange a liar loves to lie sail away, sail away, sail away Till your daddy takes the T-bird away What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: X... What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: XVII What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: XVI What gives you the right to fuck with our lives: XV I been walking Central Park Saturday, October 28, 2006
For every lie you tell, you're gonna cry, cry, cry:
From page 419 of State of Denial:
Libby had broken a bone in his foot and did not have a car. He was literally put out on the street, hobbling away on his crutches. Later, when he saw a copy of the indictment, United States of America versus I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby, he broke into tears. --Spencer Ackerman
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