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I don't know what to say |
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I wish it wasn't this way |
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But you lost me long ago |
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To your one man show |
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And now you're left with your pride |
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And no one else by your side |
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But the reflection of yourself |
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In the trophies on your shelves |
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Underneath it all |
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We're all quite plain |
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With all your jazz stripped off |
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You're just the same |
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But you don't even have a voice of your own |
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You couldn't tell by yourself |
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What's right from wrong |
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And I don't know what to say |
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I wish it wasn't this way |
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But you lost me long ago |
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To your one man show |
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And now you're left with your pride |
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And no one else by your side |
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But the reflection of yourself |
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In the trophies on your shelves |
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You never learned to fly with your own wings |
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But they can make you dance |
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By pulling strings |
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You only care for the attention you bring |
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The crowd has crowned you |
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As their king |
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And I don't know what to say |
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I wish it wasn't this way |
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But you lost me long ago |
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To your one man show |
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And now you're left with your pride |
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And no one else by your side |
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But the reflection of yourself |
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In the trophies on your shelves |