| Can we believe all that we read, all that we tell you?
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| What you perceive to be the truth and what is real
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| Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel
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| Nothing is broken or forgotten, that’s the deal
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| And all your monsters in the night, they come to life
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| So you embrace them in the hope that you’ll survive
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| Intoxicated by the fear and the flame
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| There’s paranoia in your veins
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| We’re all lying to the mirror
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| Lying to ourselves
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| Hiding in the glitter
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| Lying to the mirror
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| It is the beauty of our flaws that will define us
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| So don’t hold on to all the things you never had
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| Just remember, we’re the good, the bad, the lovely
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| It is the sanity of life that makes us mad
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| So when the pain of your mistakes keeps you awake
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| And all your skeletons rattle in their chains
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| Intoxicated by the fear and the flame
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| There’s paranoia in your veins
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| We’re all lying to the mirror
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| Lying to ourselves
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| Hiding in the glitter
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| Lying to the mirror, oh
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| Who you are is what you are
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| And what you are is beautiful
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| Who you are is what you are
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| And what you are is beautiful
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| We’re all lying to the mirror
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| Lying to ourselves
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| Hiding in the glitter
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| Lying to
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| We’re all lying to the mirror
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| Lying to ourselves
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| Hiding in the glitter
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| Lying to the mirror |