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I know you want to tell your story, and you say I've got it wrong
You asked me for a small donation to record your little songs
You say you value truth, so, baby, let me treat you to some facts
I never really liked your music, and I want my money back
Were you holding hands with the Devil?
Did he force you into the flames?
It's finally time to face the truth that everyone can see
You talk like a martyr, but you're damned like me
You say you've made your peace
But, honey, you don't seem like you're okay
You're saying all your actions don't add up to who you are today
We laughed and laughed and laughed at that hot take
You've always been your own damn weather system raining out the game
Were you holding hands with the Devil?
Did he force you into the flames?
It's finally time to face the truth that everyone can see
You talk like a martyr, but you're damned like me
You talk like a martyr, but you're damned like me
Did you need to scratch an itch?
Did you balk your perfect pitch?
Want another reading, ooh, these cards are pretty rich
Baby did you have your fun?
Foul the play, I'll take the run
Do you want another reading?
10 of Swords, that smoking gun
Were you holding hands with the Devil?
Did he force you into the flames?
It's finally time to face the truth that everyone can see
You talk like a martyr, but you're damned like me
You talk like a martyr, but you're damned like me
WRITERS
Christopher Keene, David Provenzano, Sarah Shotwell
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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