| Give it up or go down with it
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| A secret’s a boat tossed on a wave
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| All these years you’ve been living with it
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| And it’s fucked you up every which way
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| Secret keepers are lost and found
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| Spare a little kindness when you meet someone
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| You never really know what they’re carrying around
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| Every day is a battle that’s never won
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| It’s not safe to keep it hidden
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| And it’s not safe to let it out
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| You just learn to do its bidding
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| As it blows you up from the inside out
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| Secret keepers are lost and found
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| Spare a little kindness when you meet someone
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| You never really know what they’re carrying around
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| Is it a live grenade or a loaded gun?
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| Out of sight, out of questions
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| With your truest friend, depression
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| Whispering me too true confession
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| No relief and no redemption
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| Secret keepers, we’re all the same
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| Looking for some kindness when we meet someone
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| We get years of practice camouflaging shame
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| But the armor we’re wearing weighs a ton
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| Secret keepers are lost and found
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| Spare a little kindness when you meet someone
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| You never really know what they’re carrying around |