Ain't What It Ain't

It is what it is and it ain’t what it aint

It’s all smoke and mirrors and pictures you paint

(You can) keep telling lies so they think you’re a saint

But it is what it is and it ain’t what it aint

You can slap a nice label on bad table wine

Drink til you’re full / feel empty inside

Keep saying sorry when nothing will change

You can sing when you’re hurting and smile through the pain

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You can talk a big game even though you can’t win

And get close to someone without letting them in

Political treasons that pine for your soul

Just because something glitters don’t mean that it’s gold

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