Besedila:
Far From The Truth

I know you fear yourself I know you fear me So far from the truth I let you take away I let you take away I let you take away So far from the truth

right to, to the edge with you Where we can both fall far in love. I'm on the edge of glory, And I'm hangin' on a moment of truth, Out on the edge of

I'm taken just the way you are Imperfect words inside the perfect song I feel you closer than you are But I've been waiting far too long, too long It

me up so high It's too far, now to face it This can't be the end I need you to keep holding on (I need you to keep holding on) You been here from the

All right when we go up in this goddamn house All I want is the motherfuckin' kids As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do Bust him in his motherfuckin

gettin' money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades I keep thinking, how young can you die from

sky. Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see. Getting over all the time I had to worry, Leaving all the changes far from far behind

back home All she really needs to know Is he too far down the road? To see the truth all I need is open eyes As she prepares to realize Too far gone

crying said one thing I know Mama's flying down like a superhero It's hard to see but you know that anyone can fly Open your eyes, see the truth, and