| I was sick and dying from the wars
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| Caught up and reeling from the pain
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| Of keeping you assured
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| Now I’m picking memories from the hold
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| And if you think it over only you distort
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| When it pours from your mouth
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| And if I could be honest, I
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| Would do it from the start
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| And if I could be honest, I
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| Would make it real from the heart
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| Just a little falsehood helps dissolve
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| Just a little un-truth wholly you
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| Unholy when it comes out
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| And if I could be honest, I
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| Would do it from the start
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| And if I could be honest, I
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| Would make it real from the heart
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| I was sick and dying from it all
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| Holed up, collecting doubters now I’m coming clean
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| Now I’m coming out
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| And if I could be honest, I
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| Would do it from the start
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| And if I could be honest, I
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| Would make it real from the heart
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| And if I could be honest, I
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| Would do it from the start
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| And if I could be honest, I
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| Would make it real tonight |