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