| Forcing a pose, shrug it off the same as when you say something you don’t mean
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| These strings are so dead, holding off on changing them, until one day they
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| will just break
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| Sorrow and all
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| Faces of doubt, haunted by the memories of everything minus the bad stuff
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| Sparkling light, God takes her vengeance on everyone’s burned to the ground
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| Sorrow and all
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| Don’t tell me if you care, come alive with it, let it show
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| And don’t wistfully believe I would die for it
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| Holding a pose, why should I put everything into all these songs you just steal
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| The act in itself, fills me up in ways that connects me with everyone else
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| Don’t tell me if you care, come alive with it, let it show
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| Don’t wistfully believe I would die for this, what does that make me
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| What does that make me
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| What does that make me
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| Oh you’re so dead meat
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| What does that make me |