| I’ve waited too long to have you
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| Hide in the back of me
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| I’ve cheated so long I wonder
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| How you keep track of me
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| You could never be strong
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| You can only be free
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| And I never asked for the truth
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| But you owe that to me
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| I’ve entered the game of pricks
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| With knives in the back of me
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| Can’t call you or on you no more
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| When they’re attacking me
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| I’ll climb up on the house
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| Weep to water the trees
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| And when you come calling me down
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| I’ll put on my disease
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| You could never be strong
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| You can only be free
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| And I never asked for the truth
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| But you owe that to me
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| And I never asked for the truth
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| But you owe that to me
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| And I never asked for the truth
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| But you owe that to me |