| Say one thing for sorrow; |
| say nothing for joy
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| It’s a piss over our parade, the devices you employ
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| Say one thing for sorrow; |
| it never leaves me dry
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| As I beg, steal and borrow; |
| there’s no tears when I cry
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| But I try and try and try and try again; |
| But I try and try and try and try again
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| But no, nothing can stop me, no, nothing at all
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| I’m the entrance and the exit, the clogging will make you stall
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| Now your conscience clear stall, now you’ve got so old
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| It’s in the way you’ll never wake up; |
| in the way you feel the cold
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| Time is running out
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| Looks invent a felling in a meaningless exchange
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| It’s a testament to perseverance; |
| A homage to a shame
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| COVER YOUR MOUTH
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| Time is running out
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| Looks invent a felling in a meaningless exchange
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| It’s a testament to perseverance; |
| A homage to a shame
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| COVER YOUR MOUTH
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| Undone and reckless is your mind
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| It’s up to you; |
| trust or not trust alone
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| COVER YOUR MOUTH AND HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT
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| Oh that sacred substance I crave;
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| Is just another privilege I wave
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| HOLD IT, HOLD IT, F-F-F-FUCKIN'HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT
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| It’s power I am drawn to;
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| Its potency and flavour;
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| Drives me and ignites me;
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| Fuels a dirty secret
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| WHY CAN’T I JUST TELL?
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| WHY CAN’T I JUST TELL THE TRUTH? |