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Everything's a lie, we're all gonna die |
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Before we say goodbye, let's attack |
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I admit it's bleak, but |
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I give it a week |
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Until our friends the meek, give it back |
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Is it true, well it's true enough |
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I guessJoin the chorus of the second best |
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Second best, second best, second best |
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What's left of you that's real, a mutated ideal |
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With limited appeal, |
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I suggestIf hitting is an art then it's drawn us apart |
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When you erased your heart and beat your chest |
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Is it you, well it's you enough |
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I guessYou're an angel in a see-through dress |
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Is it true, yes it's true enough |
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I guessSecond best, second best, second best, second best |
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Perhaps it's just as well that |
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I still look like hell |
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At least the world can tell us apart |
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Is it true, yes it's true enough |
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I guessCome join the chorus of the unimpressed |
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Is it true, yes it's true enough |
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I guessSometimes it's better to be second best |
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Second best, second best, second best, second best |
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Second best, second best, second best, second best |