Paroles: Raconteurs (The). Consolers Of The Lonely. Pull This Blanket Off.

Pull this blanket off of me
Maybe it will help me see
The things I believed to be true
I?m paying for what should be free
But I don?t buy what their telling me
And I want to believe in you

It?s hard sticking to your guns
When everybody?s having fun
Makes me want to run
I don?t know what to do

Not everything is what it seems
Maybe these boys don?t have dreams
I can?t blame them some dreams are worth damn but truth

(Thanks to Kevin for these lyrics)