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Everything that I say to you |
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Will be forgotten by tomorrow |
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So why do I try to lend you ideas |
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That you aren't even able to borrow |
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Don't mind us |
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We're just doing a pose |
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We're pretending we're lovers |
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And nobody knows |
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Our faces are painted, our bodies contorted |
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And every effort we made was completely distorted |
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By the bright shining lights right in our eyes |
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Through the loud noises you can make out the hellos and goodbyes |
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Just greetings and fleeting moments of magnificence in between |
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Seems so defeating when we get home and forget when we've been |
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Let's say everything we want to say |
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And explain any human in us our way |
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By removing all emotion |
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We can change our blood |
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Into a magic potion |
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That can bend them all to your will |
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And then nothing can hurt us or stop us until |
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Someone cries, |
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What a thrill |
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What a thrill |
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Let's everything we want to say |
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Then we'll say it in reverse |
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But we can't do it again |
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Cuz we gotta sit down and write the script |
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So that we can rehearse |
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That way |
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We never even said anything at all |
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That way |
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There's no proof that can make us feel foolish or small |
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That way |
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We want it that way |
