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Lyrics:
He nods a little too fast,
Talking illogic with a big bombast, he's
Full on dead sure any way's true, and
Wouldn't wanna knock it if it works for you. He
Heave sighs a little too loud,
So frustrated with a one-way in crowd.
Full on dead sure anything goes
Until you go stepping on his own toes.
Hold on, if the truth be known,
Truth is more than "to each his own."
If the truth be known,
There'll be more to answer for.
Everybody gets a shot.
It'll cost you everything you've got.
If the truth be known,
Do you really wanna know?
She tries a little denial.
Rolls her eyes like a jaded reptile.
True/false questions make her uptight.
Opposites attract, so they both must be right.
And what if there's someone up there?
Shrugs it off with a "don't know, don't care."
Hopes to God He doesn't exist,
But ignorance here is less than bliss now.
Hold on, if the truth be known,
Truth is more than "to each his own."
If the truth be known,
There'll be more to answer for.
Everybody gets a shot.
It'll cost you everything you've got.
If the truth be known,
Do you really wanna know?
If the truth be known,
Everybody gets their shot!
By Peter Furler, Steve Taylor, Phil Joel
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