Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess
Trying to be honest
`cause I know I am on it
In this, the last time I
speak of it
the loyalties that have been broken
Mine isn`t dead
One thing is true
Nothing is sacred
When everyone`s talking
and nobody`s listening
When we confide in all
those friends
they`re just messengers
One thing is true
You throw the matters into
blue skies
turning to grey,
falling out every day
One thing that`s free
I confide in you with the truth
Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess
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