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Truth?
I've been burning and dousing the flames
I feel the whiplash of the backlash on my face
I melt to sleep at night but I wake to trip the day
Never for you, never for me
Would I kiss your feet of clay
I'm still alive and so should I
Soak up the wave of compromise
Am I the victim of youth
Is this the truth
Why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me
There's no conscience in charity or shame
The voice deceives me but believe me, it's the same
I see the black and white and the colour in the grey
Better for me, better for you
Gonna bleach it all away
I'm still alive and so should I
Soak up the wave of compromise
Am I the victim of youth
Is this the truth
Why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me
The left hand gives
And the right hand takes away
Why don't you tell me
Why don't you tell me
I'm still alive and so should I
Soak up the wave of compromise
I see the scars, I hear the lies
So what's the truth
Why don't you tell me
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