Saw your friend working in this hotel, Says he used to know you when And your dreams Lucky as they seemed They all turned their back on him Truth be known.
Truth be known Way I feel tonight Living in this backstreet town 'bout my dreams They all seem to fade as soon as I put my money down Truth be known.
When the fire that was once your friend burns your fingers to the bone And your song reaches a sudden end echoing through right and wrong Truth be known, truth be known.
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