You can....

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You can tell any story

all about a broken home

You can tell any story

so long as it's not our own


You can share any heartache

let the tears flow like rain

You can share any heartache

so long as you don't say my name


You can paint any picture

colors spread so painfully

You can paint any picture

so long as they can't see me

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