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Come clean you can't keep The truth from me You look so miserable The eyes that provide you with Sight can retell the story Come close I almost Have seen the end Is it your destiny To sit in front of a Desk making phone calls or Repeat the motions in Front of assembly lines? I can't foresee myself Wasting the rest of my life Come clean you can't Keep the truth from me You look so god damn Miserable you see The eyes that provide you with sight tells what's there You don't have switch happiness for despair From Letras Mania