In the end the reality looks different
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To the TV in the living room that only talks
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We feed on every rumor she tells
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Every day a new casualty, it's a chain accident
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From parties equal to bed to be sorry
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to supervise while sleeping to grow up
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To live alone then also to know immediately
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Until making plans and not telling
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You see what's left
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Just a sea of people
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But who decided you belong?
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There is nothing new, they are all the same
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From the outside different but
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Inside they are all the same
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In the end there is nothing left
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Wish for every week to be over already
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To cry at the age of 30 that time passes quickly
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The thoughts that all this good will end
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And how one must only have enough and feel guilty
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Give up in advance because the appearance is not ideal
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Get an ignorant confirmation that you are normal
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Do like everyone else to be neutral
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Just tell the truth
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You see what's left
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Just a sea of people
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But who decided you belong?
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There is nothing new, they are all the same
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From the outside different but
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Inside they are all the same
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In the end there is nothing left
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We split into groups
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to gain respect
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Rich is partly happy
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A poor man has to survive
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It's actually part of a test
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So who decided you belong?
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What does it matter, tell me what does it matter
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This story is above
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Nobody buys
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Outside are different but |