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The cameras picked you out of this place, |
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Now you're rising |
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Lo and behold! Your smile is fake |
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How surprising |
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If we could rewind back to your roots, |
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Admission... |
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You locked it up and turned the dial |
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I know the combination |
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[CHORUS] |
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Lord knows I'm weak |
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For trusting you |
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Lord knows I'm weak |
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To believe in you |
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Develop the film and there you are |
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All your glory |
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Your negative's dark and just like you |
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What's the story? |
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I wanna just rip down the walls and your photos around me |
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Then there will be nothing left to hold |
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When I'm lonely |
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[CHORUS] |
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Maybe it's alright, |
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Maybe it's okay |
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Lord knows I'm weak... |
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[BRIDGE] |
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Snap! Take a picture |
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Cause you won't be seeing me around |
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No more. Did you ever picture |
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You and me on the cutting room floor? |
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I lose my composure every time |
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You're overexposed and no longer mine |
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Your red eyes cut me |
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It's no surprise that I am weak... |
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[CHORUS] |
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Maybe it's alright, |
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Maybe it's okay |
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Lord knows I'm weak... |
