Not sure of how the words were said
They left a taste like sour grapes
All the way back home my face was red
I'm tripping over what to say
Your honesty won't make me shy
For the time I'm getting by
Smile in the light
Don't count the years
Big gatherings are easy enough
If the conversation's safe
Leftover nights, I'm stuck in a rut
I'm tripping over who I pay
Your honesty won't make me shy
For a price I'm getting by
Smile in the light
Don't count the years

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