| You don’t like the sound of the truth
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| Coming from my mouth
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| You say that I lack the proof
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| Baby, that might be so
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| I might get to the end of my life
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| And find out everyone was lying
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| But I don’t think that I’m afraid any more
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| I say that I would rather die trying
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| Oh swing me way down south
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| Sing me something brave from your mouth
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| And I’ll bring you pearls of water on my hips
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| And the love in my lips, all the love in my lips
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| This time when you swung the bat
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| And I found myself laying flat I wondered
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| What a way to spend a dime
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| What a way to use the time, ain’t it, baby?
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| And I looked at my reflection
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| In the window walking past and I saw a stranger
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| I’m just so scared all the time
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| Makes me one more reason why the world is dangerous
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| Oh swing me way down south
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| Sing me something brave from your mouth
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| And I’ll bring you pearls of water on my hips
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| And the love in my lips, all the love in my lips
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| You don’t like the sound of the truth
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| Coming from my mouth
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| You say that I lack the proof
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| Baby, that might be so
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| Tell me what’s wrong with having a little faith
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| In what you’re feeling in your heart?
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| And why must we be so afraid
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| And always so far apart?
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| Oh swing me way down south
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| Sing me something brave from your mouth
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| And I’ll bring you pearls of water on my hips
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| And the love in my lips, all the love in my lips |