| If you ever find yourself believing
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| all those things you made up
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| to save yourself the trouble
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| of having to explain — yeah
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| the mess you’re in
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| we are in the same boat
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| Just struggling to remain afloat
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| on this pond we’re in (?)
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| Do you ever go just a little too far?
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| Do you ever — fight to escape who you are?
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| Do you ever — try to get by on your smile?
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| And do you ever — wake in a shroud of denial, once in a while
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| Wondering why
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| What’s the next step
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| The first is admitting you may have
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| a problem in saying it out loud
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| anyone will do
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| we need to get used to the concept
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| The truth seems better skewed (?)
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| But seeing is believing
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| And you can’t see the truth
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| Do you ever go just a little too far?
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| Do you ever — fight to escape who you are?
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| Do you ever — try to get by on your smile?
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| And do you ever — wake in a shroud of denial, once in a while
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| Wondering why
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| «That's not it»,
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| You said as you looked to the ground
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| While wearing that unembraced frown
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| «I must have been thinking aloud»,
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| And now there’s no turning back now
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| «And there’s that familiar — taste.
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| Of my foot in my mouth.» |