BORROWED CONCLUSIONS

Name: BORROWED CONCLUSIONS
Duration: 254 s
Description: BORROWED CONCLUSIONS by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Whose words are in your mouth? Did you choose them, or did they just fall out? Whose words are in your…”

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BORROWED CONCLUSIONS lyrics

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Verse 1

They shrink a crowded issue to a phrase that fits a sign Trim the edges, lose the questions, keep the rhythm, draw the line One side says it like a warning, one repeats it like a vow After twenty rounds of hearing, it feels obvious somehow No room left for messy motives, trade-offs buried in the tone You can carry ten opinions without building one your own Then the phrase becomes a password, proof that you belong Nobody asks who wrote the script when the room can chant along

Chorus

Whose words are in your mouth? Did you choose them, or did they just fall out? Whose words are in your mouth? Crowd gets loud and doubt gets drowned out Borrowed conclusions travel fast Easy to chant, hard to unpack

Verse 2

Sunday seats become a courtroom, jerseys serve as evidence Win by three, we call it greatness, lose by two, coincidence Ref made calls, the stars got bruised, the schedule did us wrong Next week all the explanations wear the colors of the song Rivals cheat, our players battle, our mistakes are passion plays Stats become a set of mirrors angled toward the praise I can laugh because I do it, find a reason on demand Move the goalposts with the scoreboard, keep the banner in my hand

Chorus

Verse 3

Trailer drops, the verdict follows long before the credits roll Friends inherit star opinions, feeds assign the proper role This one genius, that one finished, this new trend will change the game Half the room repeats a ranking, half forgot who made the claim Fame can preload admiration, scandal preload blame A million tiny repetitions make prediction feel like taste By the time the work arrives, the audience has joined a side Watching through a borrowed window, calling that an open mind

Bridge

Sometimes phrases give us handles when the subject weighs a ton Help a scattered crowd coordinate and tell us where to start But a handle is not the object, and a slogan is not the sum It can open up a doorway, it can close a thinking heart Maybe speed is how ideas live Maybe speed is what they cost Maybe shared words build a bridge Maybe nuance gets crossed

Verse 4

I know the pull of ready answers, how convenient they can feel How a sentence earns applause before I test if it is real How belonging makes a shortcut look like disciplined belief How a rival's contradiction brings a comfortable relief Politics, arenas, screens, the uniforms may change But the fastest little phrases keep conducting the exchange So I pause before repeating what arrived already shaped Not to crown myself independent, just to notice what I take

Chorus

Whose words are in your mouth? Did you choose them, or did they just fall out? Whose words are in your mouth? Crowd gets loud, but I can slow down Borrowed conclusions travel fast I want my own words before I pass them back

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