I'm so glad you can't read my mind
That there's a part of me you can't see through
That what may be contrived
Might look natural to you
I don't want to give away, whatever it is that keeps
you interested
Some people we thought were so deep
Were really just half asleep
But they carried themselves so well
It was only up close you could tell
That silence was their way of keeping us all so
interested
So if it's the truth you really want and nothing but
the truth
Would I have to say the kind of things that might hurt
What you don't know can only hurt you when you find
And whose truth do you want and from what point of
And is it such a disappointment that it's not an
absolute
I don't know everything you feel
I know you keep some thoughts from me
I accept it as part of the deal
Part of your mystery
And I hope you never give away, whatever it is that
keeps me interested
'Cause if it's the truth you really want and nothing
but the truth
Would I have to say the kind of things that might hurt
What you don't know can only hurt you when you find
And whose truth do you want and from what point of
And is it such a disappointment that it's not an
absolute
And when it all comes out you might have nothing but
the truth
And I hope you never give away, whatever it is that
keeps me interested
'Cause if it's the truth you really want and nothing
but the truth
Would I have to say the kinds of things that might
hurt you
What you don't know can only hurt you when you find
And whose truth do you want and from what point of
And when it all comes out you might have nothing but
the truth
Yeah, you might have nothing but the truth
Nothing but the truth

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