| He licks the paper turns the page
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| He writes the spoken word again
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| Releases pools of untrapped blood
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| To camouflage what’s understood
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| Wrapped up in a golden throne
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| He undresses overloads
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| Walks quietly to a distant place
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| Honest lies in washed out grace
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| Oh oh oh indicate we’re locked in
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| Oh oh oh with the kings and queens
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| We are the happiest pretenders
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| And we are the happiest pretenders.
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| Dressed down towards the Tyne
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| He chases evening’s wonder whys
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| Then misses hours time again
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| Sweeps him underneath its wings
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| Oh oh oh indicate we’re locked in
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| Oh oh oh with the kings and queens
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| We are the happiest pretenders
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| And we are the happiest pretenders
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| And if they try to catch us out
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| We’ll chase them down
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| We’re gonna chase them down
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| Cause we are the happiest pretenders
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| He wipes the crystal from his eyes
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| He hits the lights and leaves them dry
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| Undoes tomorrows unknown will
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| Let’s it slide
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| Tastes the thrill
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| Cause we are the happiest pretenders
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| And we are the happiest pretenders
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| And if they try to catch us out
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| We’ll chase them down
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| We’re gonna chase them down
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| Cause we are the happiest pretenders
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| He wipes the crystal from his eyes
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| He hits the lights and leaves them dry
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| Undoes tomorrows unknown will
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| Let’s it slide
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| Tastes the thrill |