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Give me an age where I don't know a thing |
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Where black and white offers me peace from the din |
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Bright lights, cat fights leave me cold |
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Recent encounters are telling me why |
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My reasons for silence are so justified |
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I can hear you, please turn down |
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All these pretenders pretending to be |
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How do they recognize people they see? |
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Lives by numbers pass me by |
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Centered around what they know isn't true |
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But what is needed for distorted view |
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Try not to think now; you've been warned |
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I tried to fake it, but I got found out |
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Fakers who fake it are on the way out |
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It's just me |
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But I'll let myself be |
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And the others go free |
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But I know who will win |
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I'm on the outside |
