The Truth

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David Byrne - Pop

The Truth

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"The truth, my dear," said Norma Shearer "Is the last thing a man ever wants to hear." It's not a joke, it's not a game You hear it once, and you're never the same We're poor little things Pathetic young dears As fragile as toast And driven by fear You won't forget unforgivable hurt And that it's a surprise only makes matters worse Words at the wrong time Hit the heart like a fist I can barely stand up I wasn't ready for this! But you are my truth, and that's completely clear So I bеg to differ with Miss Norma Shearer It can't hurt mе now, I'll just let it go And burnt like these matches and worn like these clothes Now it's only a word That's just how it goes The truth cannot hurt me I know what I know I know, I know

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  • David Byrne