| Only the truth she reckons she holds
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| Only the truth she reckons she holds
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| The way she walks is scripted and taught
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| Don’t give her an eye or she’ll sniper your mind
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| See by her hands that she’s been there before
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| She lifts up her glass as if to bring down the mass
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| Only the truth she reckons she holds
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| Only the truth she reckons she holds
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| Climbing the stairs as if to follow her prayers
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| Her golden-laced boots may stop you right there
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| Hand on your arm as she greets all your friends
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| Then with a twist of a lime it seems a bitter end
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| Only the truth she reckons she holds
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| Only the truth she reckons she holds
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| The girl with many different strategies
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| Wakes the wolves to curse them to their knees
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| She’s in the one by the riverbank so it’s easier for her to drown you
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| And she claims, oh, she claims
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| It’s only the truth she holds in her hands
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| Yes, it’s only the truth she holds in her hands |