| I’m penniless but somehow useful
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| Tell me where I fit in
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| You’re reaching out for something useful
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| But you keep caving in
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| Raised on television screens
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| Glossy vision like a dream
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| But it seems that things are not
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| Hollywood make believe candy coated misery
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| Swept under the rug
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| Unlock my cage
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| And set the stage
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| But not tonight
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| They say the good die young
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| Tunnel vision, no exception
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| Just use me till I’m done
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| Tunnel vision, no exception
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| Lie to me, lie to me
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| So this puppet can dance now
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| Mistook your faith for love
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| And cut my strings on the way out
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| Overworked, trying to fit in
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| Late nights are just a blur
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| I look around cause now I fit in
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| This hall of fame is cursed
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| Manipulated by a dream
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| What does it really mean
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| When the knives stuck in your back
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| Are the same ones that you need to defend from enemies
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| Caesar’s final act
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| Unlock my cage
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| And set the stage
|
| But not tonight
|
| They say the good die young
|
| Tunnel vision, no exception
|
| Just use me till I’m done
|
| Tunnel vision, no exception
|
| Lie to me, lie to me
|
| So this puppet can dance now
|
| Mistook your faith for love
|
| And cut my strings on the way out
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| He’s got the look, he fits the mold
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| Market value high
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| Yeah, yeah give it to me
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| Naive soul, empty pockets, and desperation
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| Yeah, I’ll do anything
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| Oh yeah, I’ll do anything
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| Yeah, I’ll do anything
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| They say the good die young
|
| Tunnel vision, no exception
|
| Just use me till I’m done
|
| They say the good die young
|
| Tunnel vision, no exception
|
| Just use me till I’m done
|
| Tunnel vision, no exception
|
| Lie to me, lie to me
|
| So this puppet can dance now
|
| Mistook your faith for love
|
| And cut my strings on the way out
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| Yeah yeah, give it to me
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| Yeah yeah, give it to me
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| Yeah, I’ll do anything |