| They flutter as I speak
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| The sickness I feel under my belt
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| Is the disdain I have for me
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| I’ve asked you to stand tall
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| But it’s me who’s fallen down
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| A better man I’d like to be
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| But I can’t find my way home now
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| So what kind of man am I?
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| Who never looked up to see the sky
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| And every word I say
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| Has come back to haunt me every day
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| So here I stand alone
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| Crippled on my cane
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| The coward I’ve become
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| The loser in the game
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| These eyes you see are masked
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| By a thin veneer of tears
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| And who would have known that such a small task
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| Would have compromised all these years
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| 'Cause a liar’s guilt is a liar’s fate
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| And man, that’s just the facts
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| For those too weak to tell the truth
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| Into darkness you’ll be cast
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| So what kind of man am I?
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| Who never looked up to see the sky
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| And every word I say
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| Has come back to haunt me every day
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| And here I stand alone
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| Crippled on my cane
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| The coward I’ve become
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| So dig deep, you little bastard
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| Let the truth be known
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| Angels are flying with you tonight
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| You’d better not let them go
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| 'Cause if you do I’d hate to think
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| Of what your fate could be
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| Speak your mind, tell what you know
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| And set your soul free
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| So what kind of man am I?
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| Who never looked up to see the sky
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| And every word I say
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| Has come back to haunt me everyday (speak your heart)
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| So here I stand alone
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| Crippled on my cane
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| The coward I’ve become (Set us free)
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| The loser in the game |