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Goodtime Boys - Hypocrisy



Not trying to be anything, just trying be
You mean nothing to me because you've got nothing to say
Bigger isn't better and I'm not bitter
I should know, seen both sides and felt no better
The truth is inside
When you head out to be amused
Stare across the room and into their eyes
If you can see they don't believe in all that they do
They deserve nothing from you
It's not the numbers that sing a song
All these thumbs get dragged along
No love is pure when it's sold to you
And you sell the love in all that you do, all that you do
Your voice is not my problem
It's the choice to make no difference
When everyone's listening and your message is misery
No hope, no help, no philosophy
Sometimes what people want isn't quite what they need
The truth is inside
It's not the heads that nod along
It's the mind that makes a song
No love is pure when it's sold to you
And you sell the love in all that you do
When will you realise the truth is inside?