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I need another story
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Something to get off my chest
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My life gets kinda boring
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Need something that I can confess
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Til’ all my sleeves are stained red
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From all the truth that I’ve said
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Come by it honestly I swear
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Thought you saw wink, no
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I’ve been on the brink, so
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Tell me what you want to hear
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Something that were like those years
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Sick of all the insincere
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So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
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This time, don’t need another perfect line
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Don’t care if critics never jump in line
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I’m gonna give all my secrets away
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My god, amazing how we got this far
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It’s like we’re chasing all those stars
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Who’s driving shiny big black cars
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And everyday I see the news
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All the problems that we could solve
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And when a situation rises
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Just write it into an album
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Singing straight, too cold
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I don’t really like my flow, no, so
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Tell me what you want to hear
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Something that were like those years
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Sick of all the insincere
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So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
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This time, don’t need another perfect line
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Don’t care if critics never jump in line
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I’m gonna give all my secrets away
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Oh, got no reason, got not shame
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Got no family I can blame
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Just don’t let me disappear
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I’mma tell you everything
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So tell me what you want to hear
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Something that were like those years
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Sick of all the insincere
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So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
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This time, don’t need another perfect line
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Don’t care if critics never jump in line
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I’m gonna give all my secrets away
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So tell me what you want to hear
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Something that were like those years
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Sick of all the insincere
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So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
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This time, don’t need another perfect line
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Don’t care if critics never jump in line
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I’m gonna give all my secrets away
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| All my secrets away, All my secrets away |