If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,
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What you see is only on the surface.
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When you try to see the meaning, hidden underneath,
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The measure of the depth can be deceiving.
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The bottom has a rocky reputation
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You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare.
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From up above it's hard to see, but you know when you're there.
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On the bottom words are shallow.
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On the surface talk is cheap.
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You can only judge the distance by the company you keep
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In the eyes of the Confessor.
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In the eyes of the Confessor,
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There's no place you can hide.
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You can't hide from the eyes (of the Confessor)
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Don't you even try.
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In the eyes of the Confessor
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You can't tell a lie,
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You cannot tell a lie (to the Confessor)
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Strip you down to size,
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Naked as the day that you were born,
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Naked as the day that you were born.
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Take all the trauma, drama, comments,
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The guilt and doubt and shame
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The "what ifs" and "if onlys"
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The shackles and the chains
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The violence and aggression,
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The pettiness and scorn,
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The jealousy and hatred,
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The tempest and discord,
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AND GIVE IT UP!
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The Confessor
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Joe Walsh |