| I see the truth break over your face
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| Like a bad egg
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| I grab your hand and brace for the fall
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| As you document it all
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| You can’t be brave if you’re not afraid
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| You can’t be saved and come out unscathed
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| And when the truth breaks on your face
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| Leaves a stain
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| Turn it up, turn it down
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| Leave your stake in the kill
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| It calls you up, it calls you out
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| No escapin' it, kid
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| You feel the truth break over you
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| You feel the truth break
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| I’ve got a powerful thirst for light
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| And you’re drawn to darker climes
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| Wait for the other shoe to drop anytime now
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| You wanna take flight but you’re scared of heights
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| You wanna be wise but you’d rather be right
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| And when the truth breaks on your face
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| Leaves a stain
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| Turn it up, turn it down
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| Leave your stake in the kill
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| It calls you up, it calls you out
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| No escapin' it, kid
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| You feel the truth break over you
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| You feel the truth break
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| Send a dove, I leave it on the sill
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| Send an army, I turn them away
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| You send a dove and an army of clay
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| I paint them patina, I turn them away
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| Turn it up, turn it down
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| Leave your stake in the kill
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| It calls you up, it calls you out
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| No escapin' it, kid
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| You feel the truth break over you
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| You feel the truth break
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| You feel the truth break over you
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| No escaping
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| Leave your stake in it
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| Leave your stake in the kill |