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LOOKIN DOWN, through a page of faces and names |
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BURN EM' I'll waste my fumes, a false rise to fame. |
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When you're all alone, do you think about who you fool? |
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It's all me, kid. But now, whos foolin' who? |
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Never thought itd come back on you, but people like you, who roll down hill. |
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Chances got all, but yourself. |
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Your little world is nothing, but you. |
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And you transfer this to everyone else. |
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Put up a fight, but hard to keep up. |
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Nothings close to real. |
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This worlds about to clean up. |
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Foolin' who? |
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THIS IS WHERE IT ENDS. |
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Faces, empty, are comein' back. |
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THIS IS WHERE IT ENDS. |
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Your rise to fame is only paperthin. |
