| So you were right when you said I was just a fake
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| You just got used and when you’re used you’re thrown away
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| Look at me now, look at the lines upon my face
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| And look at my crowd, haven’t we all lived like it’s a race?
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| And there are times I sense the trails of pain I leave
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| When over the road there hangs
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| Those springtime lynching trees
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| Just look around, everyone’s acting the same way
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| In a playground town where we can all live like it’s a race
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| Where we can all live for we can take
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| But haven’t we all lived life by mistake?
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| And haven’t we all chased time
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| Like a paper cup down the street and up the stairs?
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| And haven’t we all found the door is shut
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| And the keys are everywhere, in this life by mistake?
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| And there are moments when the heavens open wide
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| When you can hold your dreams and see your future bright
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| Look at me now, haven’t I tried to do what’s right?
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| The way I know how, I have acquired my life like a taste
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| And I have tried to live the right way
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| But I have lived my life by mistake |