| Hello
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| Maybe two other things
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| And I remember just there being this huge, deep discussion
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| About faith, about my faith, about what I believe in
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| Ups and all the downs in a text
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| Merrily-go-round in a text
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| Tell 'em what’s really up, so they can judge
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| What’s going on in your head
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| Ups and all the downs in a text
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| Merrily-go-round in a text
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| Tell 'em what’s really up, so they can call you
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| Liar
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| I don’t know when I’ll ever tell anybody that dream, but
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| I stood up for myself and said, «You know what?
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| I’m gonna believe what I believe regardless of what you believe about me»
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| Figure you’re just giving highs again
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| Figure you’re just getting low again
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| Talking 'bout what you don’t know again
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| Talking like you’ll say goodbye again
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| Knowing you don’t wanna go again
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| Letting go of letting go again
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| Holding on to letting bygones be bygones
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| Lie like you mean it
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| I really disagreed
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| And I’m not sure at what point, you know, it got to this, but
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| Like, I was trying to be super respectful the whole way through
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| And not have to say what I was feeling
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| They say, «Why you don’t talk no more?»
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| I say, «My, you all talk so much»
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| They say, «'Cause you don’t talk no more», ayy
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| «Don't you trust us?»
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| I said, «Your words never say what I mean
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| But you still take 'em and run for all you think I’m worth (I'm worth,
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| I’m worth, I’m worth)
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| Well, go on, take 'em and run
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| For all you think I-» (I'm worth, I’m worth, I’m worth)
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| And then, finally, I just couldn’t take it
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| Everyone was saying
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| «Fuck your theology» over and over
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| And it started off soft, but eventually it kept me up
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| They’re still fam, that’s what I called them
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| Still play the organ, it feels like my heart feels
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| Sometimes, I call them, but I play ball on Sundays
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| And I don’t need them to believe me ever |