Tekster: Staind. Could It Be.

well i don't know what to say
because there's truth to what you say
i know it kills you i'm this way
there's something different every day

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could it be that i never had the chance to grow inside?
Could it be that my habit is to find a place to hide?
could it be that sometimes i say things just to disagree?
could it be that i'm only being me?

not easy living in my mind
a little peace is hard to find
my every thought is undermined
by all the history inside

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[bridge]

i know i hear the words you said
over and over again
i just can't get them through my head
there's just too many voices
must be like living with the dead
waiting for me to begin
to do the things i have said
and for this i'm sorry
so there's some truth to what you say

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