| Set me |
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Free |
| Won't you |
|
Please |
|
|
| Tired of the |
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Lies |
| Tired of the |
|
Excuses |
|
|
| Been dangling on
your |
|
String |
| For so |
|
Long |
|
|
| Your |
|
Puppet |
| Your |
|
Joke |
|
|
| What can be so |
|
Hard |
| About telling me |
|
No |
|
|
| Know I am |
|
Sensitive |
| But not that |
|
Bad |
|
|
| How can I |
|
Move on |
| Do my |
|
Mourning |
|
|
| Till you cut the |
|
Strings |
| Let me |
|
Go |
|
|
| Being a friend |
|
Sometimes means |
| Having to say |
|
Mean things |
|
|
| Caring enough to |
|
Set the |
| Tables |
|
Straight |
|
|
| Lay all the |
|
Cards |
| Out on the |
|
Table |
|
|
| Not so |
|
Hard |
| To |
|
Do |
|
|
| Just takes some |
|
Love |
| Caring enough to be |
|
Honest |
|
|
| Learning to be a |
|
Friend |
| Even through the |
|
Hard parts |
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