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When this freedom stains my coat With the winter in my throat When I'm lost I dig the dirt When I fall I drive the hearse And silence is another way of saying what I wanna say And lying is another way of hoping it will go away And you were always my mistake Given time I fix the roof Given cash I speak the truth And silence is another way of saying what I wanna say And lying is another way of hoping it will go away And you were always my mistake When I'm down I drive the hearse When this boredom wears me out When the sky begins to cloud Sleeping with my ball and chain When she cries I take the blame And pride is just another way of trying to live with my mistakes Denial is a better way of getting through another day And silence is another way of saying what I wanna say And lying is another way of hoping it will go away And you were always my mistake When I'm down I drive the hearse |