| I hung up the phone tonight
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| Just as you said I love you
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| Once this would have been coincidence
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| Now these things start to bother me You still close your eyes when I kiss you
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| And I close mine too
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| But we didn’t open them again
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| Quite as wide as we should
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| This is where the home truth ends
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| This is where the home truth ends
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| Does your touch feel the same as it should do Or is it someone quite similar
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| Who killed me with kindness last night
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| Now do I look at all familiar?
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| But none of these things seem to matter
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| Since we’ve grown apart
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| I`d put back the pieces of what`s shattered
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| But I don’t know where to start
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| This is where the home truth ends
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| This is where the home truth ends
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| This is where the home truth ends
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| And I feel like a clown
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| It’s tearing me up It’s tearing me down
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| You say which are the lies that you tell me Well where do I begin?
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| So I turn on the TV again
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| And the world comes crashing in Is it my shirt or my toothpaste
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| That is whiter than white?
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| Is it the lies that I tell you
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| Or the lies that I might?
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| This is where the home truth ends
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| This is where the home truth ends
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| This is where the home truth ends
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| This is where the home truth ends |