Sångtext Small Towns Burn A Little Slower: Help! There's A Con Artist Under My Bed!

Help! There's A Con Artist Under My Bed!


I have beliefs that I only call out when it's convenient for me
It seems like I change my mind more than my clothes
And my ideas can be just as pungent
But I don't want to turn this record into a laundry mat
I just want to know

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Is it possible to trade in a silver tongue for a heart of gold?
Does anything ever really work out?

I have regrets that I only express when it can make me look best
Half the day spent wondering where I went wrong
The other half wondering where I went so right to have this many great things in my life
I just want to know

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It's funny the problems that I have the most have no cause to the effect
And I can't figure out the reason I'm breathing
It's funny the problems that I had the most had no cause to the effect
I finally figured out the reason I'm breathing

[Chorus]

I want you to know
It is possible to trade in a silver tongue for a heart of gold







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