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You're only sick as your secrets, |
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How many times did you disappear? |
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You're only good as your word, |
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How much longer can I believe? |
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I've buried bodies myself, |
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A hundred graves, a hundred ghosts |
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I see myself in you, |
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How much longer, |
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How much longer can I believe? |
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You paint a picture |
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in my head of where I've been |
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You write the scripture, |
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I hang on every word you say |
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As sick as thieves (As sick as thieves) |
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we huddle in you call the plays |
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How sick are we? (How sick are we?) |
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How sick are we now? |
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How can I believe? |