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I, said,
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Why do I always have to spell it out for you?
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Our story is always changing.
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We change it to hide the pain.
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And when the truth rears,
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its ugly head, it¡¯s all too late.
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Too late for the omission,
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that you kept inside and wished it wasn¡¯t you.
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Does it seem like the same man?
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Doesn¡¯t seem the same at all.
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I can feel myself fall,
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falling, down.
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You can wave goodbye to your bad side,
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and suppress the feelings that could hurt you mind.
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There is no need for lies if the news ain¡¯t breaking.
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Framework falling,
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down on the downside,
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built on a weak spot,
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facts hiding in your mind,
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wait until the bomb drops.
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We have more sense than lies.
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The story is in our eyes.
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Does it seem like the same man?
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Doesn¡¯t seem the same at all.
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I can feel myself fall,
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falling, down on the downside, built on a weak spot, facts hiding in your mind, wait until the bomb drops.
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It doesn¡¯t seem like the same man?
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Doesn¡¯t seem the same at all.
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I can feel myself fall,
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falling, down.
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