| I wish that I didn’t have to see
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| A confidant as an enemy
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| Common lies and the lines you cross
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| Helplessly I can only watch
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| Dodging words as they ricochet
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| Honesty that’ll never pay
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| Your convictions I believe
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| Like an apparition haunting me
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| Now the truth is a ball and chain
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| Holding my conscience to the flame
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| It’s covered up but still I know
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| The secrets of a life your guilty of
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| A smoking gun is what I found
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| The dirt I have on you is the ground
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| Oh, I’m buried under
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| Trying to tread through sinkin' sand
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| In your way, you know I can’t stand
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| What I thought was meant to be
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| Is a broken heart weighing down on me
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| Now the truth is a ball and chain
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| Holding my conscience to the flame
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| It’s covered up but still I know
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| The secrets of a life your guilty of
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| A smoking gun is what I found
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| The dirt I have on you is the ground
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| Oh, I’m buried under
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| Yeah, I’m buried under
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| Ohhh, I’m buried under
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| Can you fall for the wings of a dove
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| When the clever wolf is the one you love?
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| Now the truth is a ball and chain
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| Holding my conscience to the flame
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| It’s covered up but still I know
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| The secrets of a life your guilty of
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| A smoking gun is what I found
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| The dirt I have on you is the ground
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| Oh, I’m buried under
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| I wish that I didn’t have to see
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| A confidant as an enemy |