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I read your mind |
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But it wasn't a very interesting read |
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The plot was contrived |
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And the characters were too consumed by need |
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Page by page |
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Enduring each predictable turn |
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The paper dissolves beneath my fingers |
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And the syllables burn |
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The fairy tale you sell is a lie |
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But I read the truth behind your eyes |
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These words just don't ring true |
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And tell me all |
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I need to know about you |
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Edit and revise |
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Until your conscience was cleared |
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I tried to read the words that were true |
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But the ink had smeared |
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Distorted prose |
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Penetrating layer by layer |
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Scrawled down for all the world to see |
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As if anyone would care |
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The fairy tale you sell is a lie |
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But I read the truth behind your eyes |
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These words just don't ring true |
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And tell me all |
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I need to know about you |
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I read your mind |
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Suffered through every last detail |
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I watched you try to make sense of your life |
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And I watched you fail |
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The fairy tale you sell is a lie |
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But I read the truth behind your eyes |
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These words just don't ring true |
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And tell me all |
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I need to know about you |
