When this freedom stains my coat With the winter in my throat When Im lost I dig the dirt When I fall I drive the hearse And silence is another way Of saying what I wanna say And lying is another way Of hoping it will go away And you were always my mistake... Given time I fix the roof Given cash I speak the truth And silence is another way Of saying what I wanna say And lying is another way Of hoping it will go away And you were always my mistake... When Im down I drive the hearse When this boredom wears me out Then the sky begins to cloud Sleeping with my ball and chain When she cries I take the blame And pride is just another way Of trying to live with my mistakes Denial is a better way Of getting through another day And silence is another way Of saying what I wanna say And lying is another way Of hoping it will go away And you were always my mistake... When Im down I drive the hearse
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