| Say it like you mean it
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| Say it like it’s always been
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| Something you believe in
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| Story you’ll tell again
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| Never mind where my feet never step
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| Beds in which I’ve never slept
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| Of all the little cuts and bits I’ve kept
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| You reject my intellect
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| I’m not gonna black and white it
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| Calling you to watch me fight it
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| Never mind what’s behind it
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| Wood and candlelight it
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| As I raise my hand to strike it
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| Shake my hand and like it
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| I’m not gonna black and white it
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| Calling you to watch me fight it
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| Never mind what’s behind it
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| Wood and candlelight it
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| As I raise my hand to strike it
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| Shake my hand and like it
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| Shake my hand and like it
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| Shake my hand and like it
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| And I land the words right
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| Something someone else had said
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| Marching to the edge I’m
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| Wearing someone else’s head
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| What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is also mine
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| Told you so a thousand times
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| Of all the little here-and-theres I find
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| This one I could claim as mine
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| This one I could claim as mine
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| I’m not gonna black and white it
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| Calling you to watch me fight it
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| Never mind what’s behind it
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| Wood and candlelight it
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| As I raise my hand to strike it
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| Shake my hand and like it
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| I’m not gonna black and white it
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| Calling you to watch me fight it
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| Never mind what’s behind it
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| Wood and candlelight it
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| As I raise my hand to strike it
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| Shake my hand and like it
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| (I'm not gonna black and white it)
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| (I'm not gonna black and white it)
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| (As I raise my hand to strike it)
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| Shake my hand and like it
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| Shake my hand and like it |