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Honesty is such a lonely word. Everyone is so untrue.
The piano sounds like a carnival and the microphone smells like a beer. And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar and say, man, what are you doing here?
I look at some of the songs I wrote years ago and I can't believe I wrote such crap.
Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts.
Well we're waiting here in Allentown For the Pennsylvania we never found For the promises our teachers gave If we worked hard If we behaved So the graduations hang on the wall But they never really helped us at all No they never taught us what was real