| Round and round the rumors fly
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| Your promises were just a lie
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| The handshake made you shiver
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| That I could tell clearly I was standing right behind you
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| Today it all went up into the blue
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| Not quite far enough
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| You promised us the moon
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| Suddenly it became absolutely evident
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| A mocking bird, a pointed grin
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| The masquerade was growing thin
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| The laugh is always on the loser
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| Today it all went up into the blue
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| Not quite far enough
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| You promised us the moon
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| Hence with you away, your sun has set
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| Pack your things and beings, and never ever come back
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| Hence with you away, your sun has set
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| Pack your things and beings
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| You promised something you simply could not keep
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| (Um. I’m disputed. Midnight grief, I know you cannot sleep either
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| All the fear of waking up. |
| Dread it.)
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| Today all naked variety in system played, here to me
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| This masquerade was wearing thin and left but scars on jaded skin
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| Today it all went up into the blue
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| Not quite far enough
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| You promised us the moon
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| Hence with you away, your sun has set
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| Pack your things and beings, and never ever come back
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| Godspeed to the con man
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| Farewell!
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| Don’t think we will beckon
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| You promised something you could not keep
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| Hence with you away, your sun has set
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| Pack your things and beings, and never ever come back
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| Godspeed to the con man
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| Farewell!
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| Don’t think we will beckon
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| You promised something you could not keep |