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Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones
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At the end of a disconnected phone
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Truth hides down an unmarked street
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Buried deep beneath your feet
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Truth hides in people written out of history
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Black leaders and inventors whose names
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remain a mystery
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Great women recorded on ripped out pages
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Obliterated wisdom, covered up faces
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Truth is lost in the mists of eMpTy Vision,
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And found in the notebooks of those
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wrongfully imprisoned,
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and in the evidence that was never brought to trial,
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but not in the void behind the newsreaders' smile.
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Truth hides whenever we lose our focus
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Slips out the back, quickly replaced by the bogus,
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fleeing soundbites disguised as facts
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That reappear in the small print on every contract
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Truth hides on the other side of a two-way mirror
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In countless documents sent straight to the shredder
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That might finally give us the whole of the picture
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But until the day we decide to dig a little deeper
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We know that truth will hide
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Under fallen rocks and stones
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At the end of a disconnected phone
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Down an unmarked street
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And buried deep beneath your feet
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Chorus
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Truth it a hide under rocks and stones
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At the end of your line
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Down an unmarked street
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Truth it a hide under rocks and stones
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At the end of your line.....
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Truth Hides
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| Asian Dub Foundation |
