Use the truth as a weapon
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To beat up all your friends
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Every chink in the armour
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An excuse to cause offence
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And the boys from the hallways
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Calling out your name
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And true love will find them in the end
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You were restless
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I was somewhere less secure
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So I went running to the road
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And so now there's
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A long list of places I was
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I quit my rambling and I came home
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Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
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Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
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Use your saints
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And your mantra
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And your things to keep you calm
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If you stay with that asshole
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He's gonna do you harm
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There's a voice singing loudly on the radio
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Just for you
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And good fortune will find him in the end
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Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
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Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
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Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
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Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
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In These Arms
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| The Swell Season |
