| If one day you’d backed up a promise you made
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| We’d have to make it a holiday
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| 'Cause we both know that day would never come again
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| If one day your word was as good as gold
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| It’d be too late cos I’d be too old
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| I don’t think a human being could live that long
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| I never gave a damn
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| I was never even a fan
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| The only thing that makes me smile is your pain
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| I don’t even care
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| When did you treat anyone fair?
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| To say I’m not enjoying this would be insane
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| Sodium Pentathol was an idea I had
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| But what does the truth mean now
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| To all the lost souls you’ve grabbed
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| A mass delusion, there’s no confusion
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| Just a hypocrite
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| Who’d never cop to it
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| You’re in total control and you’re still a liar
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| I can’t drink from the cup
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| I question your authority
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| You gotta 'fess up
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| You’re in total control and your faith is tired
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| I can’t drink from the cup
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| Where is truth in the trinity
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| You gotta 'fess up
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| If the affects you it’s hard to tell
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| You spent too many cold days in your cell
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| Never been one to admit that something, might be wrong
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| I never gave a damn
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| I was never even a fan
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| The only thing that makes me smile is your pain
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| If I ever had the chance
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| I’d kick out your chair just to watch you dance
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| Irrelevant, your vanity prevents change
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| Sodium Pentathol still sounds great to me
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| An imitation of life buried in theology
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| A mass delusion, there’s no confusion
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| Just a hypocrite
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| Who’d never cop to it
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| You’re in total control and you’re still a liar
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| I can’t drink from the cup
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| I question your authority
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| You gotta 'fess up
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| You’re in total control and your faith is tired
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| I can’t drink from the cup
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| Where is truth in the trinity
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| You gotta 'fess up
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| Cop to it
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| You’re in total control and you’re still a liar
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| You’re in total control and your faith is still
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| I can’t drink from the cup
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| 'Fess up |