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I was playing it on the CD player this morning, and it seems oh so appropriate as the Fitzgerald investigation heats up.
(a couple verses cropped)...
Let The Truth Sting (David Gray)
Do you find it there In the sea of faces That drowns you every day Or in the silence and rubble and empty spaces Where children and rottweilers play Is it buried in the praise Given so cheap With a meaningless movement of the jaws In the looking glass That flatters you Or in the rattle of hollow applause
Blind circle, moon and sun Body willing, mind undone One pain ending while another begins Lies, ruin, disease Into wounds like these Let the truth sting
From the hub to the limit Through the urban hollows Out into the poles of the extreme To echo through the numbness Of these godless minutes In the shadow of delusion's regime
But here watching the night As it opens like a flower And the day starts to rust Feeling time pound Like a silent hammer On this empire of dust
And I'm thinking about the bullet And the TV screen, the dollar,and the clenched fist And if we're searching for peace How come we still believe In hatred as the catalyst
Through the borderline In front and behind Down the road of thorns Between the barbwire and the soul Bitters and chains Is all that remains Where the wheel has rolled
On and on Body willing, mind undone One pain ending while another begins Lies, ruin, disease Into wounds like these Let the truth sting Let the truth sting Let the truth sting
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