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I could use your gullibility |
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Distort the painful truth |
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Present a fear and laugh at you |
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Leave you lost unsure removed |
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The must I feel to put it right |
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Put an end to naive faith |
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In slick successes avenue |
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The vacuum of save face |
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Direct words can turn lost minds |
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Towards some monster seed |
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Lyrics sung from pretty looks |
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Can on the reader feed |
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Be strong to check and recognise |
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The pretty face is all |
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But being used to sell you songs |
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That never say it all |
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The incident meets the senses |
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The illusions in a mask |
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The sun of a summer afternoon |
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Docility rocks the mask |
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Broken loose from moorings |
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In a flash the swell had passed |
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Towards the beach with unabated speed |
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Confessions of a mask |
