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Well, the truth it fell so heavy |
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Like a hammer through the room |
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That I could choose another over her |
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You always said |
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I was an actor, baby |
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Guess in truth you thought me just amateur |
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That you never saw the signs |
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That you never lost your grip |
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Oh, come on now |
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That's such a childish claim |
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Now I wear the brand of traitor |
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Don't it seem a bit absurd |
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When it's clear |
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I was so obviously framed |
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When it's clear |
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I was so obviously framed |
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Now you act so surprised |
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To hear what you already know |
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And all you really had to do was ask |
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I'd have told you straight away |
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All those lies were truth |
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And all that was false was fact |
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Now you hold me close and hard |
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But I was like a statue at most |
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Refusing to acknowledge you'd been hurt |
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Now you're clawing at my throat |
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And you're crying all is lost |
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But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt |
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But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt |
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Well, the truth it fell so heavy |
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Like a hammer through the room |
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That I could choose another over her |
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You always said |
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I was an actor, baby |
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Guess in truth you thought me just amateur |
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Was it you who told me once |
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Now looking back it seems surreal |
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That all our mistakes are merely grist for the mill |
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So why is it now after |
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I had my fill |
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Would you steal from me the sorrow that |
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I've earned |
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Shall we call this a lesson learned? |
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Shall we call this a lesson learned? |
