So Many Questions
People ask me why I try
Well, why do I?
You gotta keep movin', keep groovin'
People ask me why I lie
Well, why do I?
Quickness of the tongue can deceive the eye
It's all in your head, in the words you've been fed
If you answer back a question, let you off dead
Who can you trust, and who can you hold?
Can you find a trace of truth in the stories you've been told?
A buddy from school, a friend, or a lover
They'll both turn their back on a so-called brother
They can say what they want, they can talk, they can blabber
When it comes to the crunch, they're just all backstabbers
People seem to ask me, "Why the change of mood?"
But they don't understand, and I don't think they could
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
People ask me why, oh, why
There's a tear in my eye
When you're not around, I feel down
People ask me why I cry
Well, why do I?
I cry jealous tears every time you pass by
My arms once full, a glowin' warm soul
But how the love was nothing at all?
A grip that was firm with a soft tender hand
Pulled away from my fingers, wandered to another man
A couple once close, joined at the hip
It's a shame that the sun went down on our relationship
Soft tender words, spoken conversation
But it never lasts long
Why do I have this reputation?
People seem to ask me, "Why the change of mood?"
But they don't understand, and I don't think they could
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
(So many questions, so many)
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry
Well, why do I?
You gotta keep movin', keep groovin'
People ask me why I lie
Well, why do I?
Quickness of the tongue can deceive the eye
It's all in your head, in the words you've been fed
If you answer back a question, let you off dead
Who can you trust, and who can you hold?
Can you find a trace of truth in the stories you've been told?
A buddy from school, a friend, or a lover
They'll both turn their back on a so-called brother
They can say what they want, they can talk, they can blabber
When it comes to the crunch, they're just all backstabbers
People seem to ask me, "Why the change of mood?"
But they don't understand, and I don't think they could
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
People ask me why, oh, why
There's a tear in my eye
When you're not around, I feel down
People ask me why I cry
Well, why do I?
I cry jealous tears every time you pass by
My arms once full, a glowin' warm soul
But how the love was nothing at all?
A grip that was firm with a soft tender hand
Pulled away from my fingers, wandered to another man
A couple once close, joined at the hip
It's a shame that the sun went down on our relationship
Soft tender words, spoken conversation
But it never lasts long
Why do I have this reputation?
People seem to ask me, "Why the change of mood?"
But they don't understand, and I don't think they could
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry, I answer with a lie
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
(So many questions, so many)
So many questions, too many to mention (so many questions)
People seem to pry, I often wonder why (too many to mention)
So many questions (so many questions, so many)
People seem to pry
Credits
Writer(s): Nicky Graham, Deni Lew, Michael Olton, Anthony Mcpartlin, Declan Donnelly
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