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Living The |
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LieWhen a milion miles from no where |
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Is still too close to home |
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You're with a hundred thousand people |
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And you still feel all alone |
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She was never in the circle |
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Or the round would be a square |
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And the more she seemed to want it |
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The less they seemed to care |
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Sold out and no admission |
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Too late to buy |
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It's never who it's only why |
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She's living the lie |
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When you're on your way to somewhere |
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But the elevator falls |
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Do you look for stairs to heaven |
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Or wander through the halls |
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He was only dedicated |
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To the ones who make the law |
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But they burned with too much fire |
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And his heart was made of straw |
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No ticket - no admission |
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Too late to buy |
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It's always he and he knows why |
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He's living the lie |
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Break down |
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How bad do you want it |
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How far will you go |
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If you're looking at tomorrow |
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To forget about today |
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Then the past will be your future |
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And it's there you'll always stay |
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What about the pictures |
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That smile from magazines |
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The ultimate temptation |
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Our new kings and all our queens |
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Such heat and too much pressure |
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Not worth the try |
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No more for them |
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Now it's I |
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And no more living the lie |
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Living the lie |
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Oh whyLive the lie |
