| She’s got a little book, she thinks it tells the truth
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| Easy answers so simple she can’t refuse
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| It’s disingenuous, just like the smile on her face
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| Somewhere here there’s a mind that has been misplaced
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| Taking the easy way always gets you through the day
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| He’s got a bank account, he’s got a house in the hills
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| He burns the midnight oil, he can’t get off the pills
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| He’d give it all away to get a little more
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| He’s a bright exterior, an empty core
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| Doubt if he’ll ever see they’re burning him in effigy
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| Losing yourself on the path that you’ve taken
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| You are nothing if not vacant
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| Build yourself up just to end up more hollow
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| Fall to your knees for the faults that you follow
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| She’s got a catalog, it’s full of hopes and dreams
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| It makes her hate herself, it’s what she wants to be
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| She spends more every day, she wants the fairy tale
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| And every time she tries, and every time she fails
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| She wallows in her shame, no one but herself to blame
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| Losing yourself on the path that you’ve taken
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| You are nothing if not vacant
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| Build yourself up just to end up more hollow
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| Fall to your knees for the faults that you follow |