but of course i'll say nothing of the sort
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don't let me have control of my art
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honesty and an empty bank account
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are my gun and hand full of rounds
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but we've said it all along
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the president was wrong
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the only thing left is a hope that now is gone
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and i want someone to say
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that they'd listened to me
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and if i learned one thing today
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is that you'd probably sue me for honesty
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the floor is open we'll be taking questions now
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ask how to lose your mind i'll try to show you how
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you left me tattered up and torn
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you've been digging graves
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since the day that you were born
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but we're frightened and alone
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a place that i call home
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the way to my heart is a knife through the bone
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and i want someone to say
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that they'd listened to me
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and if i learned one thing today
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is that you'd probably sue me for honesty
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the floor is open we'll be taking questions now
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ask how to lose your mind i'll try to show you how
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i've left me tattered up and torn
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you've been digging graves
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since the day that you were born
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but we're frightened and alone
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a place that i call home
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the way to my heart is a knife through the bone
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and i want someone to say
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that they'd listened to me
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and if i learned one thing today
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is that you'd probably sue me for honesty
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My Defense
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| The Briggs |
