| Tell those stories to me
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| I’m dying to hear
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| The things you’ve done and seen
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| Farfetched as they may be
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| You strike a smile in me
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| Your stories ring of perjury
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| Construed with self empowering theme
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| Suckin' on my brain
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| You’re the teacher I’m the student
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| Turning things around
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| Your story’s not congruent
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| Tabloid, decoys, pitiful excuses
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| Turning things around
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| You’re turning things around
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| Go!
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| A manic stunning scene
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| I’m taking notes
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| You’re taking me away
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| Into your false reality
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| I know your comfort lies
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| In lying to try
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| To make your life make sense
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| But you’re not making sense
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| With your two cents
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| You’re
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| Suckin' on my brain
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| You’re the teacher I’m the student
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| Turning things around
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| Your story’s not congruent
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| Tabloid, decoys, pitiful excuses
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| Turning things around
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| You’re turning things around
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| I’d say it aloud but I’m not allowed
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| I see your head spin round and round
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| Broken record talk tonight
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| Skip that needle
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| Back and forth on your mind
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| Wearing out unconvincing lies
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| Like a seedling dropped
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| From an old oak tree
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| Your shade don’t hide no sun from me
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| Fake stories humor me
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| It’s graduation time I love you like a mother
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| Suckin' on my brain
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| You’re the teacher I’m the student
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| Turning things around
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| Your story’s not congruent
|
| Tabloid, decoys, pitiful excuses
|
| Turning things around
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| You’re turning things around
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| Yeah, yeah
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| (turning things around)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (you're sucking on my brain)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| (turning things around)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |