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Of all the faces that you wear |
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Sometimes joy, sometimes despair |
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The mask has gone, no mystery |
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Replaced by vague transparency |
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Oh, it's just a phase you're going through |
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It's you |
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It's just a phase you're going through |
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The streets of London paved with lead |
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Just as my lungs are paved with Leb |
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Brush the cobwebs from my head |
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Feels like I'm stapled to this bed |
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Oh, it's just a phase you're going through |
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It's you |
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It's just a phase you're going through |
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The streets of London paved with lead |
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Just as my lungs are paved with Leb |
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Brush the cobwebs from my head |
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Feels like I'm stapled to this bed |
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Oh, it's just a phase you're going through |
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It's you |
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It's just a phase you're going through |
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Out of tune |
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Yeah, with this phase you're going through |
