at night i have dreams of how it will be
people look the same and say what they mean
*whistling*
in the back of my mind i know nothing will change
wish that kept me from going but i go on the same
*whistling*
oh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice?
it's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their steps
*clears throat*
well i'd rather be poor failed and undone
than to live for the words of golden tongues
*whistling*
oh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice?
it's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their steps
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