For all the times that I apologized
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With humbled head and weeping sighs
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I find the times I tried to hold the lie
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With sweaty palms and knuckles white
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I need you to say it. Say it.
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I need you to say it...
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The look on your face will betray it.
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Say it...
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For all the times I knew the stakes were high
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But shuffled feet and folded hands
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I find the times I tried to fight the tides
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On slipping stone and shifting sand
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I need you to say it. Say it.
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I need you to say it...
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The look on your face will betray it.
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Say it...
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This inconsistency goes away
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When I can hear what you have to say
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I need you to say it. Say it.
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I need you to say it...
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The look on your face will betray it.
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Say it...
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For all the times that I apologized
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With humbled head and weeping sighs
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I find the times I tried to hold the lie
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With sweaty palms and knuckles white
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Say It
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| Mad at Gravity |
