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We all have raised our voices
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We all have done our crimes
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We've been excused for every lie
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There's no such thing as perfect
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So we could make those plans
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Or would you have it otherwise?

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And on the fulcrum we stand on
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We aim for a better view
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But then you trip over faultines
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Of which you never knew
Then you start to mail all of the blame
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Find it back on your door next day

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Like twists and turns in radio plays and movies
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Mount the script in your autobiography
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Take the hero's place and the hero's name
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Manufacture spiels for a stranger's sake
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You bitch for truth
And you damn well know you're fake.

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We all have miced our words
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Even exchanged euphemisms
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Then we say we must go for truth
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We have an ear for envy
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Never a tongue for praise
Why can't we have it otherwise?