D I traced it back to a couple months before I was born G I must've heard my momma tell my daddy A That she was tired, 'cause babies make you tired, but G A Deep down she was just unhappy D I think my father did the best that he could do G He rarely made it to the dinner table A Said he was working late But he was working late G A Fogging up the windows of an '89 Sable Chorus: A I, I G I learned to cry A Quietly, I learned to pray Bm A G Silently, inside a house where the Devil played A And I, I G Hate that it runs in my blood A I hate how easy it comes Bm A G I wish I learned how to love the same way I A G Learn to Lie I learned to sing to Carol King on the radio Learned to shoot on a little red rider I can drive a stick And in a pinch, I can pop a bottle with a cigarette lighter Chorus: I learned to cry Quietly, I learned to pray Silently inside a house where the devil played And I hate that it runs in my blood I hate how easy it comes I wish I'd learned how to love the same way I Learned to lie I, I learned to say things I don't mean Like stay when I want you to leave And when you don't come home or call And I swear I don't mind I hate that I know how it's done When a moment just like this one comes I just go numb and play dumb and look you in the eye And lie Oh, and lie | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Bm D G |