| You watch your favorite show and there she is again
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| She is your closest friend but she will never know
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| The present holds no charm and as you live in dreams
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| perhaps you’ll never see that dreams wont take you far
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| Fight it or you’ll never live a now
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| defeat it find a strength somehow
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| Anonymity — is not a curse
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| you paint your face like its something worse
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| Will you feel better when a stranger knows your name?
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| Do you think that being famous kills the pain?
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| Anonymity — is not a curse
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| Soon comes that distant day when you’ll regret the waste
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| those precius years that your futility has slain
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| you too will grow and change and it will seem so strange
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| that what you really wanted always was the same
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| Fight it or you’ll never live a now
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| defeat it find a strength somehow
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| Anonymity — is not a curse
|
| you paint your face like its something worse
|
| Will you feel better when a stranger knows your name?
|
| Do you think that being famous kills the pain?
|
| Anonymity — is not a curse
|
| Anonymity — is not a curse
|
| you paint your face like its something worse
|
| Will you feel better when a stranger knows your name?
|
| Do you think that being famous kills the pain?
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| Anonymity — is not a curse |