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Show 4 : -? ! WaSf Mason ;l ! ALL MEM ARE LIARS We ilt around at eveutlmi. and tranquilly tran-quilly wo He, and tell of how our cars 'can climb stupendous hills on high. We , used to be a truthful lot before the auto canuj; we used to wan and wist and wot I that falsehood was u shame. And when ' from fishing trips returned wo stretched ! tho truth a yard, our conscience llko i I bonfire burned, and scorched ux pretty ' hard. But that was in a time gone by, 'n tlmn that's vague, remote: nnd now we . sit around and lie, cuch of his old tin i boat. And when we to our teds icpair. I soiiu nllo snores to spi ing. doa con-! con-! hi lence. While we're lying there, tunko Inlghl a solemn thing? Does she point outi I tlmt faliehood's wrong? She Iries that i stunt no more; we've lied so much, we've lied so long, that conscience I a ho re J Our old tin cars are rod with rust, they're1 I long since out of style, and something's i jalwajs sure, to bust before they go a 'mile. Wo're always tinkering with tools. Vr motors broken down, and hirlngj I farmers with their mules, to haul tr imelci to town. Bui when wo smoke our ee- I nlng tdpes the fiction graft prevails, and LH I Ananias has the gripes If he can li''r lH I our tales. And so -we sit hesido the sea, j Mmmm i and tranqulll.i we lie, nf how our nutns . I IH climbed a tree, nnd did the trick on high. 'jH |