The Hurt Process - Show Me Your Cards Тексты

[Chorus]
Suppose I were to realize,
Suppose I were to realize,
That two and two they don't equal five,
Stop hiding now, stop hiding now, show me your cards.

Place your hands on the table,
Show me what I've been dealt.
You've stacked your accusations.
Did you think I'd find out.

[Chorus]

Face down on the table,
Legs spread on the couch.
I've found the incrimination.
Now that
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