| If I had your audacity,
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| I’d rearrange my words more than slightly
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| to tell you how ashamed of you I am,
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| But maybe it’s more than me.
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| It’s your forceful, situational, feigned empathy.
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| You’re coming clean,
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| but you’ve denied responsibility.
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| Between you and me,
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| I’m not buying anything,
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| But then again I could be wrong.
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| Maybe I’m looking
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| for someone to place the blame on.
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| I’ve heard that assuming
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| falsely assesses you and me as things,
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| and goddammit I’m guilty of it.
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| I should learn
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| to bite my tongue
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| and save my voice for something along the lines of confession.
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| Between you and me,
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| I’m not proud of anything.
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| But then again I could be wrong.
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| Maybe I’m looking
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| for someone to place the blame on.
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| Maybe,
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| I shouldn’t be
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| so wrapped up in your course of action,
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| I’m definitely playing detective.
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| If I keep this up,
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| Who knows if I’ll have friends to speak of
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| or for anymore?
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| But then again I could be wrong.
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| Maybe I’m looking
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| for someone to place the blame on.
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| Maybe,
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| I shouldn’t be
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| so wrapped up in your course of action,
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| I’m definitely playing detective.
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| But then again I could be wrong.
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| Maybe I’m looking
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| for someone to place the blame on.
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| Between you and me,
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| I’m not proud of anything. |