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High and dry you've got a hold on the fucking truth. You've got nothing but a Blank hand don't you? In the end it's just a tired explanation, and I can't sit still for the duration You raised me with your hands raised to the sky, I guess there was A time I believed your ways. I learned to read between the lines, I learned to question what they say And it gets worse before it's over, there's no truth in the clouds above, No luck in clover. And I don't believe I'd have it any other way. Sunday school at age nine, I thought I was on the winning team, because I wanted to see it, I wanted to need it. It was nine years of holy shit and I believed it. You raised me with my hands behind my back, I guess there was a time When I broke away. I learned to disregard the lies, I learned to Question what they say. I won't look through your lens, tainted by intolerance and based On false morality. All in the name of greed. Amen From Letras Mania