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Damn the signs They shine before your eyes. The air will suffocate. If I could write a lullaby An ode to incident you're so pokerfaced. You talk down, pint-sized and discouraged. What did I do? What did I say? Is there something wrong that you're not telling me? Tell me the truth Strait to my face Is there something wrong that you're not telling me? Condescend. You're choking on your bile. Gulp pride to dull the taste If I gained life for every fight Then I would get back all the time we waist But I can't cos I'm running out of reasons What did I do? What did I say? Is there something wrong that you're not telling me? Tell me the truth Strait to my face Is there something wrong that you're not telling me? Be honest Be honest From Letras Mania