| The truth runs wild
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| Like a tear down a cheek
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| Trying to save face, and daddy heart break
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| I’m lying through my teeth
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| This voice inside
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| Has been eating at me
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| Trying to replace the love that I fake
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| With what we both need
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| The truth runs wild
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| Like kids on concrete
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| Trying to sedate, my mind in its cage
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| And numb what I see
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| Awake, wide eyed
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| I’m screaming at me
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| Trying to keep faith and picture his face
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| Staring up at me
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| Without losing a piece of me
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| How do I get to heaven?
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| Without changing a part of me
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| How do I get to heaven?
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| All my time is wasted
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| Feeling like my heart’s mistaken, oh
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| So if I’m losing a piece of me
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| Maybe I don’t want heaven?
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| The truth runs wild
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| Like the rain to the sea
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| Trying to set straight the lines that I trace
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| To find some relief
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| This voice inside
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| Has been eating at me
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| Trying to embrace the picture I paint
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| And colour me free
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| Without losing a piece of me
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| How do I get to heaven?
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| Without changing a part of me
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| How do I get to heaven?
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| All my time is wasted
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| Feeling like my heart’s mistaken, oh
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| So if I’m losing a piece of me
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| Maybe I don’t want heaven?
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| So I’m counting to fifteen
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| Counting to fifteen, counting to fifteen
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| So I’m counting to fifteen
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| Counting to fifteen, counting to fifteen
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| So I’m counting to fifteen
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| Counting to fifteen, counting to fifteen
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| So I’m counting to fifteen
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| Counting to fifteen, counting to fifteen
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| Without losing a piece of me
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| How do I get to heaven?
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| Without changing a part of me
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| How do I get to heaven?
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| All my time is wasted
|
| Feeling like my heart’s mistaken, oh
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| So if I’m losing a piece of me
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| Maybe I don’t want heaven?
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| The truth runs wild
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| Like a tear down a cheek |