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 me 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
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Your back, I'll be gone again
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I find it so hard to be true
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And all the secrets
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I keep from you
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Are like a blackness
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In my heart that
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Only tears us both apart
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I find it easy to pretend
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That we're not heading
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For our end that's
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Why 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 lies
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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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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 drawn
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Will be erased before we're gone..
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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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No there's no lie that's gonna fix this hurt..
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I played the saint
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I cursed your shame
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Now there's no-one but myself to blame
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That you're gone....
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True
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| The Frames |
