| On a string, on a string, on a string I was held
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| The way that I move, can you tell?
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| My actions are orchestrated from above me
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| And so I swing and I sway
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| Wave my hand, kick my leg
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| And it’s always right with the music
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| Until all that swaying starts to make you sick
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| For a song I was bought
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| Now I lie when I talk
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| With a careful eye on the cue card
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| Onto a stage, I was pushed
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| With my sorrow well-rehearsed
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| So give me all your pity and your money, now (All of it)
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| We used to think that sound was something pure
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| But if I could act like this was my real life
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| And not some cage where I’ve been placed
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| Well then, I could tell you the truth like I used to
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| And not be afraid of sounding fake
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| Now all anyone’s listening for are the mistakes
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| (Oh, I’m sorry)
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| No, it’s okay, it’s okay
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| One two three, one two three
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| In a house, by myself
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| I hear the ice start to melt
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| And I’ll watch rooftops weep for the sunlight
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| And I know what must change
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| Fuck my face, fuck my name
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| They are brief and false advertisements
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| For a soul I don’t have
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| Something true I have lacked
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| And spent my whole life trying to make up for
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| But I found in a song
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| And in the people I love
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| They will lift me up out of darkness
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| And now my door, it stands open
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| I’m inviting everyone in
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| We’re gonna laugh, we’re gonna drink until the morning comes
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| That’s what we are going to do
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| Come on! |
| Come on! |