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The Frames - True |
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I find it so hard to be true |
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And all these lies I'm telling you |
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Are little anchors in my chest |
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That pull us down into this mess |
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I find it easy to distract |
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And just as soon as you turn your back |
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I'll be gone again |
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I find it so hard to be true |
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And all these secrets I keep from you |
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Are like a blackness in my heart |
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That only tears us both apart |
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I find it easy to pretend |
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That we're not heading for our end |
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This I'm telling you |
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I built a wall |
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I cut you off |
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Now there's no lie |
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That's gonna fix this up |
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I played the saint |
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And a saint I ain't |
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Now all the hurt |
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Is here again.... here again |
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I find it so hard to be true |
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But I'm gonna try my best for you |
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And every distance that we've known |
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Will disappear before too long |
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And every line we've ever drawn |
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Will be erased before we're gone |
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And this I swear to you |
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I built a wall |
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I cut you off |
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Now there's no lie |
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That's gonna fix this hurt |
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I played the saint |
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I cursed your name |
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Now there's no one |
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But myself to blame |
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That you're gone..... |
