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I can tell you're lying |
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It cuts through my belly |
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Let the dull colors spill right down to my shoes |
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And the children gather 'round to lap it up and the children gather round |
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I am empty |
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Others are overfilled on what |
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I've given up, so come on |
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I can tell you're lying |
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To them it's |
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Technicolor |
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I can tell you're lying. |
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It cuts through my belly |
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Lies this deck is stacked with lies but no one knows the difference |
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So what's the difference? |
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You see we all walk on a string |
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If I bounce you bounce too |
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It's all connected |
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The sun carries the hanging moon from its shoulders and says "If I don't shine, then you don't shine" |
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And if I fail and you succeed what does it mean |
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Their eyes are sunken. |
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Come on look at them these kids have needs |
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We balance on a string |
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When it's all over maybe then you'll see you're blinded by your greed |
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Are you blinded? |
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Are you blinded? |
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I can tell you're lying |
