[Verse 1]
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You tried to dodge your own bullet
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but it shot you anyway
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You crossed over every line and
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hid behind the lines you made
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[Pre-chorus]
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Do ya do ya, do ya do?
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Do ya do ya believe in the truth?
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Truth be told that truth found its way
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to the twisted tongue that spoke dismay
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[Verse 2]
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I know that I may be young
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but at least my youth is wise
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You painted a picture to me
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that depicted only lies
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[Pre-chorus]
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Do ya do ya, do ya do?
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Do ya do ya believe in the truth?
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Truth be told that truth found its way
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to the twisted tongue that spoke dismay
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[Chorus]
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Cause your sweet is sour
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you're a weed not a flower
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just a pretty faced coward is you
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Your hearts just an organ that
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pumps nothing more than blood
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to your vein full veins
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You struck each chord now it's time for
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your real song to be sung
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You just managed to mask what's now clear as glass
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and that's just you're an ass
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[Verse 3]
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You weaseled in and out of words
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and denied when truth was heard
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May your yes be yes and your no's be no's
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Not an in between land of I don't knows
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[Pre-chorus]
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Do ya do ya, do ya do?
|
Do ya do ya believe in the truth?
|
Truth be told that truth found its way
|
to the twisted tongue that spoke dismay
|
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[Chorus]
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Cause your sweet is sour
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you're a weed not a flower
|
just a pretty faced coward is you
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Your hearts just an organ that
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pumps nothing more than blood
|
to your vein full veins
|
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You struck each chord now it's time for
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your real song to be sung
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You just managed to mask what's now clear as glass
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and that's just you're an ass
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[Bridge]
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And this I say one last time
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you define your own crime
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you best hang up your disguise on the laundry line
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Stabbed me in the front, stab me in the back
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and this right here's my heart attack
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So if I don't go, I pray you know
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just how much you blow
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[Pre-chorus]
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Do ya do ya, do ya do?
|
Do ya do ya believe in the truth?
|
Truth be told that truth found its way
|
to the twisted tongue that spoke dismay
|
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[Chorus]
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Cause your sweet is sour
|
you're a weed not a flower
|
just a pretty faced coward is you
|
Your hearts just an organ that
|
pumps nothing more than blood
|
to your vein full veins
|
|
You struck each chord now it's time for
|
your real song to be sung
|
You just managed to mask what's now clear as glass
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and that's just you're an ass
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Twisted Tongue
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| Misterwives |
