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the truth be told, the truth be told
I'm worried about the future holds, the future holds
I'm starting to worry about Ray

the truth be told, the truth be told
I'm worried about the future holds, the future holds
I'm seriously worried about Ray

they say the future's out to get you
you know that I won't let you fall
they say the future's out to get you
you know that I won't let you fall

the truth be told, the truth be told
I'm treading on my tippy toes, my tippy toes
I'm starting to worry about Ray

the truth be told, the truth be told
I'm treading on my tippy toes, my tippy toes
I'm painfully so worried about Ray

they say the future's out to get you
you know that I won't let you fall
they say the future's out to get you
you know that I won't let you fall
no!

they say the future's out to get you
you know that I won't let you fall
they say the future's out to get you
you know that I won't let you fall

the future's out to get you, the future's out to get you, oh
the future's out to get you, the future's out to get you, oh

the truth be told, the truth be told
I'm worried what the future holds, the future holds
I'm so tired of being worried about Ray 

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"james dean'in bursa şubesi", babama.

people are puppets, held together with string.
there's a beautiful sadness that runs through him, as he asked me to pray to the god he doesn't believe in.

time and again boys are raised to be men: impatient they start, fearful at end.
but here was a man mourning tomorrow.
he drank, but finally drown in his sorrow.

he could not brace up his tension.
he looked in the wrong place for redemption.
don't look at me with those eyes; i tried to unheave the ties: turn back the time that drew him.
but he couldn't be saved: a sadness runs through him, through him.

time and again boys are raised to be men: impatient they start, fearful at end.
but here was a man mourning tomorrow, who drank, but finally drown in his sorrow

he could not brace up his tension.
he looked in the wrong place for redemption.
don't look at me with those eyes; i tried to unheave the ties; turn back the time that drew him.
but he couldn't be saved: a sadness runs through him, through him.

don't look...don't look...don't...don't
don't look at me with those eyes; i tried to unheave the ties: turn back the time that drew him.
but he couldn't be saved, no, he couldn't be saved: sadness runs through him, sadness runs through him, sadness runs through him, sadness runs through him, sadness runs through him