| Everyone is happening, all the girls and boys
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| Everyone is trying to make a little noise
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| Everyone is listening, nothing to say
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| Everyone is dying to give themselves away
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| All of the pretending, all the pseudonyms
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| Play it like a board game, sing it like a hymn
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| It’s bittersweet
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| Bittersweet
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| Every curtain falls eventually
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| Big year in the headlines, you finally got your shot
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| Tough year in the bylines, no one read the plot
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| Big year at the box office, everyone’s at your show
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| Strange year on the home front, nobody knows
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| Finally found your wheels, kid, take 'em for a spin
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| Play it like a board game, sing it like a hymn
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| It’s bittersweet
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| Bittersweet
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| Every curtain falls eventually
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| You better take a picture, you better write it down
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| What you always wanted, won’t always be around
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| It’s bittersweet
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| Bittersweet
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| Every curtain falls eventually |