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then:

 you spend too much time dwellin' in some sweet afterwords

 the past is a puddle, there's a flower in the middle that could be yours

 if you'd sing a little softer, pay a little more attention to

 the atmospheres

 you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without asking

 you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without

 explaining

you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without complaining

you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without drinking

you can't tell it like it is 'cause there ain't no like it is

spend all your time dwelling on some ill preacher's curse

the pact is pointless and everyone staring eats their words

so sing a little softer, pay a little more attention to the atmospheres

you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without parading

you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without breaking

you can't tell it like it is if you can't tell it like it is without erasing

you can't tell it like it is if you can tell it like it is without weeping

you can't tell it like it is 'cause there ain't no like it is