| The skin I’m in is never enough.
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| Strangers know me, no real love.
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| Sat aside but so out of touch.
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| So out of touch.
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| We sleep but we don’t dream,
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| And now our hearts are fading,
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| Drunk off this melody.
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| The fantasy.
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| All of my friends are real good liars.
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| Fame and Hollywoods get them higher.
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| All these roads, but nowhere to drive.
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| Going slow, without a fight.
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| Wear your mask but I still see your eyes.
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| No you can’t hide.
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| We sleep but we don’t dream,
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| And now our hearts are fading,
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| Drunk off this melody,
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| The fantasy.
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| All of my friends are real good liars.
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| Fame and hollywoods get them higher.
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| Broken souls all in a filter fame,
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| All of my friends are real good liars.
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| From your life on screen
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| To be seen, no end anonymity
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| Social remedies, don’t you want anonymity?
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| All of my friends are real good liars.
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| Fame and Hollywoods get them higher.
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| Broken souls all in a filter fame,
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| All of my friends are real good liars. |