| Clarity once came to speak
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| It unravelled in a (?) dream
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| I could see my life beneath
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| All the weight of wonder
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| At what I dared to see
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| Taking time to live the lie
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| Taking time to forge the alibi
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| Been looking hard to find the substitute
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| For the hard truth
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| The hard truth, (???) that burns again
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| I’ve lived in riddles and imitations of the truth
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| In plain sight of who I could be
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| And yet I’d take a bullet for you
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| I’ve had the promise of love
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| The detail of the shame
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| Now I carry around the burden
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| Of myself once again, because
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| Taking time to live the lie
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| Taking time to forge the alibi
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| Been looking hard to find the substitute
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| For the hard truth
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| The hard truth, (?) that burns again
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| Taking time to live the lie
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| Taking time to forge the alibi
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| Been looking hard to find the substitute
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| For the hard truth
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| For the hard truth, (?) that burns again |