| If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well
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| What you see is only on the surface
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| When you try to see the meaning, hidden underneath
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| The measure of the depth can be deceiving
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| The bottom has a rocky reputation
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| You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare
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| From up above it’s hard to see, but you know when you’re there
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| On the bottom words are shallow
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| On the surface talk is cheap
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| You can only judge the distance by the company you keep
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| In the eyes of the Confessor
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| In the eyes of the Confessor
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| There’s no place you can hide
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| You can’t hide from the eyes (of the Confessor)
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| Don’t you even try
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| In the eyes of the Confessor
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| You can’t tell a lie
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| You cannot tell a lie (to the Confessor)
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| Strip you down to size
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| Naked as the day that you were born
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| Naked as the day that you were born
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| Take all the trauma, drama, comments
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| The guilt and doubt and shame
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| The «what ifs» and «if onlys»
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| The shackles and the chains
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| The violence and aggression
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| The pettiness and scorn
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| The jealousy and hatred
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| The tempest and discord
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| AND GIVE IT UP! |