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Track: White Lies
Artist: Alice Glass
Album: Alice Glass

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Name: Alice Glass
Spotify Genres: witch house, hyperpop
Followers: 230,249
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Margaret Osborn (born 23 August 1988), known professionally as Alice Glass, is a Canadian singer and songwriter. She is the co-founder and former frontwoman of the electronic band Crystal Castles. In 2014, she embarked on a solo career.

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Release: Alice Glass - White Lies (Dreamcrusher Remix)
Year: 2018
Genres: Electronic
Styles: Noise, Power Electronics

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LYRICS

Like the other girls before me
Tuck us in and tell us stories
We don't have to think about it
Don't think about it
Steal the fruit, I bet it's rotting
Take a bite, tell me I'm naive
It's better not to think about it
Don't think about it

I only give you white lies
Tell me I'm your own give me white lies
I only give you white lies
Tell me I'm your own give me white lies

You're afraid of what you see
Victim of, this is not the voice in my head
You're depraved, soaking to the bone
God forgive, wash away what's left of my blood

It's a curse not a blessing
That I can see what you want me to see
And I don't want to think about it
Can't think about it

I only give you white lies
Tell me I'm your own give me white lies
I only give you white lies
Tell me I'm your own give me white lies

You're afraid of what you see
Victim of, this is not the voice in my head
You're depraved, soaking to the bone
[?] Wash away what's left of my blood

Father, I just wanna tell you what you wanna hear
[?]
[?]
I'll disappear, disappear, disappear

You're afraid of what you see
Victim of, this is not the voice in my head
You're depraved, soaking to the bone
Wash away what's left of my blood
You're afraid of what you see
Victim of, this is not the voice in my head
You're depraved, soaking to the bone
Wash away what's left of my blood