| I could never clean this slate
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| Took my share of anaesthesia
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| Hoping I’d wake up with amnesia
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| So this wouldn’t rate
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| Looking for my silver lining
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| In a spotless mind
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| My lips were sealed up tight
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| Now it’s spilling between the seams
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| Now I said too much
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| Or not enough
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| But, honestly
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| Honesty is not what you want from me
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| Now I said too much
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| Or not enough
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| But, honestly
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| Honesty is not what you want from me
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| Where did your venom come from?
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| I’m always on a losing trial
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| Held in my absence when you’re feeling hostile
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| And how many times
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| Have I swallowed your pride?
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| Have I swallowed your pride?
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| Fuck this, I’m sick of resigning
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| When it’s in your power to make things right
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| My stomach turned and I’m violent
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| It’s time I spit out your pride
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| Fuck this, I’m sick of resigning
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| When it’s in your power to make things right
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| My stomach turned and I’m violent
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| It’s time I spit out your pride
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| Well, I’ve been hearing it call out again
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| And I’ve been trying to pretend that I don’t hear
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| So now here I stand
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| Still trying to sand off all my sharp edges once again
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| And gain momentum
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| Now I said too much
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| Or not enough
|
| But, honestly
|
| Honesty is not what you want from me
|
| Now I said too much
|
| Or not enough
|
| But, honestly
|
| Honesty is not what you want from me
|
| Where did your venom come from?
|
| I’m always on a losing trial
|
| Held in my absence when you’re feeling hostile
|
| And how many times
|
| Have I swallowed your pride?
|
| Have I swallowed your pride?
|
| Fuck this, I’m sick of resigning
|
| When it’s in your power to make things right
|
| My stomach turned and I’m violent
|
| It’s time I spit out your pride
|
| Fuck this, I’m sick of resigning
|
| When it’s in your power to make things right
|
| My stomach turned and I’m violent
|
| It’s time I spit out your pride
|
| Fuck this, I’m sick of resigning
|
| When it’s in your power to make things right
|
| My stomach turned and I’m violent
|
| It’s time I spit out your pride
|
| Fuck this, I’m sick of resigning
|
| When it’s in your power to make things right
|
| My stomach turned and I’m violent
|
| It’s time I spit out your pride |