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Welcome to the Holy City; The Silver Screen |
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Built with the lends of the low self esteem |
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A teenagers plea for meaning and means |
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We're selling the news |
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See, opinions are easier to swallow than facts |
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The greys instead of the whites and the blacks |
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If you shoot it too straight it won't come back |
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We're selling the news |
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See, money speaks volumes louder than words |
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And virtues with wings, maybe not quite at first |
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But salaries are payed with the eyes not the verbs |
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We're selling the news |
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See, all men are equal; all is for sale |
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A powerful dog has been chasing his tale |
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The lowest common demonstrator prevails |
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We're selling the news |
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
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But everything is in-between |
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The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction |
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
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But everything is in-between |
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The fact is fiction |
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Suspicion is the new religion |
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America listens as the story is told |
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With the eye on the truth as the story unfolds |
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But the ratings determine which story was sold |
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We're selling the news |
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Begging the question, longer in fears |
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Stroking the eyes and tickling ears |
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The story is seldom just as it appears |
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We're selling the news |
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
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But everything is in-between |
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The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction |
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
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But everything is in-between |
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The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction |
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I can see your talking heads |
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On the television set |
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On the internet they say |
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The fact is fiction |
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Suspicion is the new religion |
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Substance, Oh, Substance; Where have you been? |
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You've been replaced by the masters of spins |
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Who make good looking books and write history in |
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We're selling the news |
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The lines start to blur; I get so confused |
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They get shiny new models mixed up with the blues |
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They get binary code mixed up with abuse |
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The facts are simply one option to choose |
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When nothing is sacred, there's nothing to lose |
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When nothing is sacred, all is consumed |
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We're still on the air, it must be the truth |
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We're selling the news |
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
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But everything is in-between |
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The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction |
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
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But everything is in-between |
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The fact is fiction; The fact is fiction |
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe |
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But everything I see is green |
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The fact is fiction |
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Suspicion is the new religion |