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I'm an actor a web-voyeur |
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I'm a fall-down follow-through |
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Trying hard to find somebody |
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And be somebody |
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Like we're all supposed to do |
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Any day now the lights will change |
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And we'll all be forced to go |
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Running with our heads down |
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Hiding our eyes from people |
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We don't know |
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CHORUS: Maybe |
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I'm just cynical |
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I could care less than |
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I do It's a feeling |
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I've grown tired of |
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Haven't you |
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When I finally leave it all behind |
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Maybe you'll be leaving too |
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But it's obvious you're cynical |
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You don't believe in miracles |
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It's amazing colour dreams of things |
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I can see in monochrome |
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I can buy a prime-time body |
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With part-time money |
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From the comfort of my home |
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We're so lazy |
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We're soap-box heroes |
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And we've got so much to say |
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But if I never cast my ballot |
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I wash my hands and walk away |
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Maybe it's a dream it's a nightmare |
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Figure we've fallen asleep |
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We've fallen asleep |
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And if I close my eyes |
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I'm alone in the room |
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Can it go any deeper, go any deeper? |
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If you can't believe your eyes |
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What can I do? |
