| I’m gonna crack the rose-colored glasses
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| Of every history revisionist
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| I’m gonna call them on their modified instances
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| Till they tell it like it really is
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| Just like you when you talk like you do
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| Well i can play too, delusion is cruel
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| That’s the absolute truth
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| I wanna break the mold that grows on all remembrances
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| I want the story told like a spirit level balanced it
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| 'Cause their looking through a pair of awful opportune lenses
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| Seeing only your side had its real advantages
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| And that’s you, when you talk like you do
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| Well i can play too, delusion is cruel
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| That’s the absolute truth
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| (I'm gonna crack the rose-colored glasses)
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| Yeah that’s you, when you talk like you do
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| Well i can play too, delusion is cruel
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| That’s the absolute truth
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| That’s the absolute truth
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| That’s the absolute truth
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| That’s the absolute truth |