| Truth gets tossed around and dressed up like a clown
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| Truth can get away from us and all over town
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| Don’t take much to bend it or toss it into the wind
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| Truth has a silence to deafen everything
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| Truth can keep us far away and as close as we’ll ever get
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| Truth holds hope and happiness, just not yet
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| And truth gets stuck in the middle of what we want and where we were
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| Truth is used to hiding and being a cover
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| And truth, like a mountain, solid
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| And at least as twice as wide
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| Truth is made of little truths
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| And a few white lies
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| Truth can change it’s expression
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| And truth can change it’s mind
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| Truth can be right in front of us and hard to find
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| And truth turns into stillness
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| And truth turns into lies
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| Truth could probably save our souls
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| And it just might, yeah, it just might
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| And if time can stand the test of truth
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| Then there’s got to be some hope for me and you
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| And if truth ain’t afraid of fate
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| Then there’s no sense in waiting
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| And truth, like a mountain, solid
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| And at least as twice as wide
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| Truth is made of little truths
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| And a few white lies
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| White lies |