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Texty: Robyn. My Truth. Not On The Inside.

Isn't funny how some people
never practice what the preach
Isn't it sad that the strongest arms
still to short to reach
I watch him struggle with the fact that
his become what he said he'll never be
Hip parties and sunglasses at night
thay help him not to see
can he see

That he's been high on a young girls ride
never lone on a saturday night
He's been a around the world about a million times
But he's never been love
not on the inside

Isn't so messed up to be withness for a man who won't confess
he won't confess, no
That he lost his truth
so god help him believe in his own prayers
I watch him struggle with the fact that
he relies on people that don't really care, the don't care, no no no
You say that the buisness is a whack
so baby why are you so deep in there

He's been high on a young girls ride
never alone on a saturday night

he's been a around the world about a million times
but he's never been love
not on the inside

One day it's gonna be to late
or maybe it's to late anyway
Famous has made you shameless
but not blameless
just loveless, loveless, loveless

He's been high on a young girls ride
never alone on a saturday night
he's been a around the world about a million times
but he's never been love
not on the inside

he's been high on a young girls ride
never alone on a saturday night
he's been a around the world about a million times
but he's never been love
not on the inside