| The atmosphere in here is frosty
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| The seat next to me is empty
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| The promises you make are slipping
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| Upon words that get retracted so easily
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| All gets deleted from the blank mirror of the screen
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| As you move onto the next big fashion thing
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| If this is what belonging means
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| Then you can take that hollow self worth away from me
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| It depends upon the vain anonymity
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| Of the crowd you’re never really pleasing
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| Have you ever asked why this is worth it?
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| And what makes you so convinced
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| That this the only thing which matters
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| And that everything else is just shit?
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| Have you developed a taste for it or just a weakness?
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| How much did you have to give, to join this club of ignorance?
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| Where anything goes, but nothing stays
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| And everyone’s here, but nobody’s friends
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| It’s just the scene to be seen in
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| And I’m glad to leave unnoticed
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| Yeah, I’m glad to leave unnoticed
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| I’m proud to be a ghost
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| For all the nights of passion
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| Which died so long ago |