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Put on your fake smile |
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And wipe away your real tears |
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What's real anyway? |
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What's real anyway? |
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Well, I'm not gonna lie |
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Doesn't work I've tried |
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I've choked up the bitterness with wine |
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Calling him up, fully drunk |
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But he declines |
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Count on my blessings |
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And now I'm down to none |
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He took the piss because I let him |
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Yeah, I was good while I was fun |
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Put on your fake smile |
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And wipe away your real tears |
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What's real anyway? |
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What's real anyway? |
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Put on your short skirt |
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And show him what he'll miss |
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It's not real anyway |
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It's not real anyway |
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So we're not getting on |
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Maybe the timing's wrong |
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But I thought we were getting better |
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And he just smiles as he tells me |
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I'm not the one |
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This film he's directing |
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All his feelings are missing |
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And I'm saying sorry on my phone |
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For all the awful things that I haven't done |
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Put on your fake smile |
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And wipe away your real tears |
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What's real anyway? |
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What's real anyway? |
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Put on your short skirt |
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And show him what he'll miss |
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It's not real anyway |
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It's not real anyway |
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Just when it's all gone |
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And I've had enough, son |
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I throw my towel in |
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His smile is real |
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As real as seeing |
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Put on that short skirt |
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And show him what he'll miss |
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We've all done it anyway |
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Let's be real anyway |
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Put on your fake smile |
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And wipe away your real tears |
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What's real anyway? |
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What's real anyway? |
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Put on your short skirt |
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And show him what he'll miss |
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We've all done it anyway |
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Let's be real anyway |
