Pretend To Be Nice Title



A fast payment for a slow sin,
Sure beats livin' in hell for the fix you're in,
Just a slow ride in a fast brain,
And it's only inside that you feel the pain.

It was a fast build, with no hype,
Just a little matter of a stereotype,
The sparks flew, but the mind fled,
Cognitive dissonance inside of your head.

You got called out, babe,
Did you stand your ground and pay the price?
You got called out, babe,
Did you run away?
You got called out, babe,
Did you pay the price and stand your ground?
You got called out, babe,
Did you run away?

Well there ain't much you can do now,
It prob'ly doesn't really matter anyhow,
I'll only see you, maybe once or twice,
And it's no strain to pretend to be nice.

You got called out, bace,
Did you pay the price and stand your ground?
You got called out, babe,
Did you run away?

(Repeat last verse)

Yeah, it's no strain to pretend to be nice.


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