written by Patty Griffin
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You don't like the sound of the truth
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Coming from my mouth
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You say that I lack the proof
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Well baby that might be so
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I might get to the end of my life
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Find out everyone was lying
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I don't think that I¡¯m afraid anymore
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Say that I would rather die trying
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Chorus:
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Who-oh
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Swing me way down south
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Sing me something brave from your mouth
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And I'll bring you pearls of water on my hips
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And the love in my lips
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All the love from my lips
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This time when he swung the bat
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And I found myself laying flat I wondered
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What a way to spend a dime
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What a way to use the time, ain't it baby?
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I looked at my reflection in the window walking past
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And I saw a stranger
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Just so scared all the time it makes me one more reason
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Why the world's dangerous
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Chorus:
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Who-oh
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Swing me way down south
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Sing me something brave from your mouth
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And I'll bring you pearls of water on my hips
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And the love in my lips
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All the love from my lips
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You don't like the sound of the truth
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Coming from my mouth
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You say that I lack the proof
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Well baby thats just not so
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Tell me what's wrong with having a little faith
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In what you're feeling in your heart
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Why must we be so afraid
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And always so far apart
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Chorus:
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Who-oh
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Swing me way down south
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Sing me something brave from your mouth
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And I'll bring you pearls of water on my hips
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And the love in my lips
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All the love from my lips
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Truth No. 2
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| Dixie Chicks |
