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Truthman Who?
03:11
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Why play the role, when you'd rather be
Moving along with your back to me
Take it around and maybe then you keep Finding a way,
when the wait is over
New for foreign five
Can't get along, gotta draw the line
I don't have a problem, I'll get by
What am I handing over?
Truthman
Every bit of truth,
and A little vial of youth, man
...be all I need
Truthman
Never knew, man
Little vial of youth, man
...be all I need
Never a moment without the heat
Over a wall, where you gonna lead
Two-time man about neighborhood
From where I stood, all the wait was over
New, for drop a drop a dime
Can't get along, gotta draw the line
I don't have a problem, I'll get by
What am I handing over?
Truthman
Every bit of truth,
and A little vial of youth, man
...be all I need
Truthman
Never knew, man
A little vial of youth, man (settling down)
Begotten, not made.
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2. |
Fun-A-Me
02:46
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I know better, you're makin' fun of me
Tastes much better than your indelible ink
Make me hunt and peck the home row
Read the letter just like I wrote
Go and stand behind your majority
Make decisions right through philandering games
Just as long as I get the role
Read the letter just like I...
Don't assassinate or hit that switch,
We resuscitate, so jump right from where you are
I know better, you're makin' fun of me
Tastes much better than your indelible ink
Make me hunt and peck the home row
Read the letter just like I wrote
Go and stand behind your majority
Make decisions right through philandering games
Just as long as I get the role
Read the letter just like I...
Don't assassinate or hit that switch,
We resuscitate, so jump right from where you are
Looks like we're ready to go...
Get on your radio
Gather in the yard
In your uniform
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3. |
Your Golden Age
03:09
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Follow me, and we'll break the bread and promises (I'm sure)
Follow me, and we'll make believe our mind's an open door
Why don't we pay for lives we know we can't endure
Follow me, and we'll make believe our minds are open...
When you find your golden age, it will be easier that day
When you find your golden age, you'll say
Follow me, and we'll break the bread and promises (I'm sure)
Follow me, and we'll make believe our mind's an open...
My guest is in the living room.
We can spend all summer in an afternoon.
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