| Outside today a little boy cried
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| Cuz the bully took his bike out for a spin
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| And down the street he went til he’s out the line of sight
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| Where he stopped to break them back tires in
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| Two rusty nails and an appetite for bad
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| He took revenge upon them two shiny wheels
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| Cuz its one thing he had was making people sad
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| And he knew that’s how the little boy would feel
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| And it tasted like a flavor you thought you knew
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| And the truth might be just a little too sour for
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| You, you don’t, you can’t, you won’t, you will
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| From the house up on the hill
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| Where time begs the truth to tell
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| And the clocks demand that time will run the show
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| And truth has found that there’s nowhere else to go
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| But hide among the shadows of the lies, the lies
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| We told
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| Inside today a fine young woman cried
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| Because her husband won’t be coming home again
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| And across them battle lines he took a bullet in the chest that claimed his life
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| And colonel fear had to take some time and make some truth up for his wife
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| Cuz she just needed a little something now to hold on to
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| For the only truth she ever knew just died
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| And it tasted like a flavor she thought she knew
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| And the truth might be just a little too sour for
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| You, you don’t, you can’t, you won’t, you will
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| From the house up on the hill
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| Where time begs the truth to tell
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| And the clocks demand that time will run the show
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| And truth has found that there ain’t nowhere to go
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| But hide among the shadows of the lies, the lies
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| We told
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| You told, you told
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| You told, you told
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| All the lies, all the lies, all the lies
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| It ain’t so black and white
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| Between the truth now and our lies
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| So lets find another place to go
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| And take the blinds up off our eyes
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| And it’s a myth we’re living in
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| Cuz there ain’t no wrong or right
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| All you know is what you see
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| Let’s hope that you’re not blind
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| To the truth |