Lauren Oconnell - Maybe true stories

^DAll of the ^Awrong that one can ^Gpack into a lie ^DAnd I've been ^Atrying to put ^Gon a scale ^{D D}Just how ^Abad all of that wrong should make me ^Gfeel

'Cos they ^Bmtold me once when I was young^A That ^Gliars are as ^Dliars do And if you ^Ado, it's off to ^DHell with you ^GNo smiling, kid, I ^Dspeak the truth But I've a ^Bmsneaking feeling they were liars too^A So ^Glogically, then, we're all hypocrites^D But does it make it ^Bmbetter or make it ^Aworse to be aware of it?^D

^DI'm convincing my^Aself that it's all ^Grelative^D And if there's a^D God, when He for^Agives, I think He ^Gmust consider it I've been ^Dnoticing con^Afusion in the ^Glaws he made^D The n^Dature of the ^Atruth and where it ^Gbends and where it breaks

And where I ^Bmtwisted it to my benefit^A When this ^Gman said he was in ^Dlove with me And I ^Athought that he was ^Ddumb to be So I ^Gpretended that I ^Dwas asleep Called it ^Bmfree will what he willed to believe^A And it ^Gended, so I guess it's just as well^D But that's why some^Gtimes I think ^AI might go to Hell^D

And I ^Bmworry too, how I never mentioned to you^A How I ^Gdrove your car while ^Dyou were gone A ^Amile with the parking ^Dbrake still on 'Cos it ^Dseems to me, you ^Dwait too long You ^Bmmay as well have not meant well all along^A So I'm ^Ghoping hard if it's the thought that counts^D That you don't ^Gever have to ^Aknow what I think about^D

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^GAnd that every soul can always fit thought Heaven's door^D With the ^Bmweight of things it ^Anever told anyone before.^D