| 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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| and i ask you to stand tall
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| but it’s me who’s fallen down
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| i’d like to be a better man
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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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| but 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 will 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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| the loser in the game
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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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| so speak your mind, tell what you know
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| and set your family free
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| 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
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| 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
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| set us free
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| the loser in the game
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| tell the truth! |