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Give me, give me, give me the truth now |
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I promise I can handle it if you can |
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Cause you've been running from yourself for way too long |
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So give me any reason not to cut you out |
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You're far too gone, yeah |
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Watch you pretending, you know it all, |
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Shift any blame outside |
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Vending the victim when it cells |
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How do you even sleep at night? |
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As I drive and drive |
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In that bleak December, you're just too cold |
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But I need the answer, before you'd fold |
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You would hold your cards inside your chest |
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I think I drove too far for that bleak December |
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And how full of shit you are, how full of shit you are |
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I really, really, really wanna know you |
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And not all the fifty fucking personalities inside your skull |
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If you'd stop trying to steal the spotlight and steal the show |
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Then maybe you would have a better chance at not dying alone |
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So I hit the road |
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In that bleak December, you're just too cold |
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But I need the answer, before you fold |
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You would hold your cards inside your chest |
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I think I drove too far for that bleak December |
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And how full of shit you are |
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Now what are you to me |
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But a fly inside a web of lies you weave |
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You're not fooling anyone, not you, not me |
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So I wonder how you stay alive |
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When all I do is freeze |
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In that bleak December, you're just too cold |
| [02:27.69] |
But I need the answer, before you fold |
| [02:32.87] |
You would hold your cards inside your chest |
| [02:35.88] |
I think I drove too far for that bleak December |
| [02:43.40] |
In that bleak December, you're just too cold |
| [02:48.11] |
But I need the answer, before you fold |
| [02:53.23] |
You would hold your cards inside your chest |
| [02:56.14] |
I think I drove too far for that bleak December |
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And how full of shit you are |