One heart attack and you stumble,
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lost into a light you make so brightly false.
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And I watch as blood spills down your arm and makes its way to me.
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So here I stand, puddled underneath,
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trying to believe you're nothing like you seem.
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I, I, I, I just don't know.
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Well, I, I, I, I just don't know.
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By the kitchen sink you talk to me, saying, "I don't remember."
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And I knew right then it wasn't you,
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just some weak imposter.
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But how could you, my lovely friend, get caught in their current?
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(No, I don't believe.
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No, no, I won't believe.
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You will remember.)
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And I would hold your hand if you came to me.
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I would do anything to see you walk free.
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I, I, I, I just don't know.
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Well, I, I, I, I just don't know.
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With these perfect tree branches, though,
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there's bound to be a lynching.
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With the crowd, one side is screaming out;
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the sound gets overwhelming.
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And they want you to believe them.
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Yeah, they'd love to see you hanging.
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And I know the noose is tempting, and it seems like a perfect fit.
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Don't go through with it.
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I, I, I, I just don't know
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I, I, I, I just don't know
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I, I, I, I just don't know
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I, I, I, I just don't know.
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Perfect Fit
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| Tilly And The Wall |
