MYTH

Area 51, (the) critics are never done
The public is still hungry, for (more) bad/dirty laundry

It's a mystere, and will always be
It's a mystere, like my name, it ain't me.

What has been said, what has been done,
did it exist, but now it's gone
A real good cover up, the best 4 the papparazzi shop

It's a mystere, and will always be
It's a mystere, like my name, it ain't me.

I't hard to come by, when a myth has died
(And) It's hard to find out, what started, and what broke 'em down

It was just to much, going through the dust
And it seems so clear, no more (of) such (that?) fear

It's a mystere, and will always be
It's a mystere, like my name, it ain't me.

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