Yours, Mine, and the
Truth
She’s a sinner living like a saint I’m
a lover with a heart full of hate
These days, judged they may be Lest
the time die before you and me
Riff A
Saving grace, outside Providence Dead
grass on both sides of the fence
Skin costumes, and masks we wear Telling
two stories, for every one we share
Yours, mine, and the truth
Not a single one of them can sooth
The pain of what it means to be
But maybe one can, set us free
(Maybe one can, set us free)
Kin and blood became beauty and the beast Hard to tell now, the most from the least
Feast and famine, blessing and curse All they want to sell you, is the best and the
worst
Riff B
They’re saying grace with fingers crossed I’m trusting you to know the cost
They say it’s just a wager but could we lose? I’m trusting you to know, what to choose
Yours, mine, and the truth
Not a single one of them can sooth
The pain of what it means to be
But maybe one can, set us free
(Maybe one can, set us free)
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