I learned it from the radio If it wasn't for the speakers in the door Telling me a truth I haven't ever heard before I never would have kissed that girl Never would have known what to say I would have never know better How I let her get away They got the

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Hurt me when I'm close to you Tell me lies and not the truth Carve your wrongs in my skin Love is killing me so sweet Like the torture that I need For my way back home Hurt my soul Love destroy my chroming soul

Tell em anything you want to, Just don't tell em all the truth, Yeah don't tell em all the truth, Just don't tell em I've gone crazy, That I'm still strung out over you, Tell em all I'm on vacation, Say I went to visit friends, That you ain't heard or

Don't tell a lie on me I won't tell the truth 'bout you The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior Thirty millions later, my future favors Travel round the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of

You can't make old friends Can't make old friends But you can't make old friends What will I do when you are gone? Who's gonna tell me the truth? Who's gonna finish the stories I start, The way you always do? When somebody knocks at the door, Someone new

A warning sign I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones That I started looking for a warning sign When the truth is Yeah the truth is That I miss you so

Liar, liar! Why on earth won't tell the truth? Can't nobody see the lie of you? We need to find a way... Well, we are who we are, and we're all going under When the past with the last and will last until under But at least I'll find, we'll all find out

Don't blame me Hear my story and listen well; Truth is in all that I tell It could never have been me I did not shoot no deputy Mr Grant, the deputy, Friend to my whole family He always tell me when John Brown Was getting ready to come around