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Perfect, in the full bloom of youth |
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Intoxicated with new life |
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We don't play by the rules |
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We adjusted to an ideal world |
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We bear our scars with pride |
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The king is dead |
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Hail to the master race |
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We're superhuman |
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Candy for the eye |
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Less than human |
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And withered inside |
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The world seems trival from this cloud |
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Up here we stand the test of time |
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Every dark and lonely hour |
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We compensate with self-denial |
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We don't accept the facts of life |
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We demand the impossible |
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We make you believe our lies |
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There isn't anything you wouldn't do |
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To bask in our light |
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Don't worry though, |
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We'll get you all fixed up |
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We're superhuman |
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Candy for the eye |
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Less than human |
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And withered inside |
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Looking down on the world from this height |
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Watching the mortals passing by |
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So eager in their vain endeavor |
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To detain the flow of time |
