| You’re a canary
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| I’m a coal mine
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| Cause sorrow is just all the rage
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| Take one for the team
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| You all know what I mean
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| And I’m so sorry, but not really
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| Tell the boys were to find my body
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| New York eyes, Chicago thighs
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| Pushed up the window
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| To kiss you off
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| The truth hurts worse
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| Than anything I could bring myself to do to you
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| The truth hurts worse,
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| Than anything I could bring myself to do to you
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| Do you remember the way
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| I held your hand
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| Under the lamp post and ran?
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| Whoa, this way, so many times
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| I could close my eyes
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| The truth hurts worse
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| Than anything I could bring myself to do to you
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| The truth hurts worse
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| Than anything I could bring myself to do, to you
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| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba-ahdaba
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| Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba-ahdabadum
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| The truth hurts worse
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| Than anything I could bring myself to do to you
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| The truth hurts worse
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| Than anything I could bring myself to do to you
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| The truth
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| The truth
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| Ah, ah, ahahah
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| NOW PRESS REPEAT |