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On a string |
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On a string |
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On a string, |
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I was held the way |
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I move, can you tell? |
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My actions are orchestrated from above |
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So I swing and |
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I sway wave my hand, kick my leg |
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And it's always right with the music |
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Until' all that swaying starts to make you sick |
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For a song, |
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I was bought now |
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I lie when |
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I talkWith a careful eye on the cue card |
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Onto a stage, |
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I was pushed with my sorrow, well rehearsed |
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So give me all your pity and your money, now all of it |
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We used to think that sound was something pure |
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But if I could act like this was my real life |
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And not some cage, where |
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I've been placed |
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Well then, |
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I could tell you the truth like |
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I used toAnd not be afraid of sounding fake |
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Now all anyone's listening for are the mistakes |
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Ahh, I'm sorry |
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No, it's okay, it's okay |
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One, two, three |
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One, two, three |
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In a house by myself |
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I hear the ice start to melt |
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And I'll watch the rooftops weep for the sunlight |
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And I know, what must change fuck my face, fuck my name |
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They are brief and false advertisements |
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For a soul, |
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I don't have somethin' true, |
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I have lacked |
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And spent my whole life tryin' to make up for |
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But I found in a song and in the people |
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I loveThey will lift me up out of darkness |
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And now my door, it stands open |
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I'm inviting everyone in we're gonna laugh |
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We're gonna drink, until' the morning comes |
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That's what we're gonna do come on, come on |
