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What have you become? |
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Now you fight a losing war. |
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I look at this and it's all a mess. |
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Seems like anything that's real, I just can't see. |
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I can't see the truth in you. |
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I can't see the real in you. |
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Show your face and take the world. |
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But instead, you have to fit the mould. |
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With this front you're losing respect. |
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I know you're better than that. |
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Your time is running out. |
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Your front is wearing thin. |
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So how long can you live like this. |
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I know this isn't who you really are. |
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Do you want to break free, |
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from all the lies you put in front? |
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Now take them back. |
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Do you want to break free? |
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I don't need a crew, to validate myself. |
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You're all the same. |
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Your indentity, fading fast. |
