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And this is where |
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I'm supposed to be impressed, isn't it? |
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Let me tell you how overwhelmed |
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I am. Remind me to be in awe of you. |
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Remind me to lie. |
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Remind me to smile. |
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Remind me to do anything but to express what's on my mind. |
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Because the truth might shake your stable ground. |
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You know this show is dark and drab, and what you're saying doesn't brighten things much. |
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I don't care how ****ing great your band is. "You're so good. You're a god. I'm so impressed of what you've become." |
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I would be pleased if it meant something real to you. |
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Just walk away. |
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This is image and from my angle what you're doing doesn't blow my hair back. |
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No, I'm not moved. |
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No reason to pay it any mind. |
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I don't care. |
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I'd be pleased if it was something real to you. |
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But intil then |
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I don't care. |
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I don't care. |
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No reason at all for me to waste my time. |
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None. |