| Everything’s a lie
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| We’re all gonna die
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| Before we say goodbye, let’s attack
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| I admit it’s bleak
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| But I give it a week
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| Until our friends the meek give it back
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| Is it true? |
| Well it’s true enough I guess
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| Join the chorus of the second best
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| Second best (several times)
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| What’s left of you that’s real
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| A mutated ideal
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| With limited appeal, I suggest
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| If hitting is an art
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| Then it’s drawn us apart
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| When you erased your heart and beat your chest
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| Is it you? |
| Well it’s you enough I guess
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| You’re an angel in a see-through dress
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| Is it true, yes it’s true enough I guess
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| Second best (Several times)
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| Perhaps it’s just as well
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| That I still look like hell
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| At least the world can tell us apart
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| Is it true? |
| Yes it’s true enough I guess
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| Come join the chorus of the unimpressed
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| Is it true, yes it’s true enough I guess
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| Sometimes it’s better to be second best
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| Second best (several times) |