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Lie to me honestly |
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I hear, but still, |
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I don't see |
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Just where the actions meet the words |
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You just sound the alarm |
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Racing pulse and boiling blood |
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At fever-pitch |
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Another finger-pointing mob |
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With stones to throw |
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But if it truly mattered |
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And if you truly cared |
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It would be altogether different |
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Let the sirens scream |
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But leave me alone to decide |
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And leave me to what |
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I might find |
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Starving to understand |
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You swallowed the lies |
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Eager to spit them out |
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To feed the masses |
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And the guilt they hide |
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Answer me honestly |
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No more false transparencies |
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Just where does motive meet concern? |
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You just sound the alarm |
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Spreading fear to bury trust |
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To distract |
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Until, lost and scared |
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Frustration forces blame |
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Starving to understand |
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You swallowed the lies |
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Eager to spit them out |
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To feed the masses |
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And the guilt they hide |
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Answer me honestly |
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No more false transparencies |
|
Just where does motive meet concern? |
|
You just sound the alarm |
|
Spreading fear to bury trust |
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To distract |
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Until, lost and scared |
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Frustration forces blame |
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Sound the alarm! |
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Sound the alarm! |
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Sound the alarm! |
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Sound the alarm! |
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Starving to understand |
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You swallowed the lies |
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Choking to spit them out |
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To rid this guilt inside |
