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You pretend to be my friend |
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But you can't make that which isn't real |
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You fill your mind with facts |
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But you will never get the feel |
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It's not quite right |
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You're not what you seem |
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One part false |
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Two parts obscene |
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Back stabbing hypocrite |
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Won't let you scandalize my name |
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You want my confidence |
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But no two things you say are ever the same |
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You're not quite right |
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It's not what it seems |
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Social status |
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Human obscene |
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Yours is no sacrifice |
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It's all a worthless slice |
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Of conversation for the day |
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Mine is paradise |
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Upon which there is no price |
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Of that you mock and betray |
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And you're telling me |
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What it is |
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I need I don't have a clue |
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How can you? |
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I know what's real |
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Or at least |
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I can feel |
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Vengeance is mine |
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In due time |
