| I can tell you’re lying
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| It cuts through my belly
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| Let the dull colors spill right down to my shoes
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| And the children gather 'round to lap it up
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| And the children gather round
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| I am empty
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| Others are overfilled on what I’ve given up, so come on
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| I can tell you’re lying
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| To them it’s Technicolor
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| I can tell you’re lying. |
| It cuts through my belly
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| Lies this deck is stacked with lies
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| But no one knows the difference
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| So what’s the difference? |
| You see
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| We all walk on a string
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| If I bounce you bounce too
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| It’s all connected
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| The sun carries the hanging moon from its shoulders and says
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| «If I don’t shine, then you don’t shine»
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| And if I fail and you succeed what does it mean
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| Their eyes are sunken. |
| Come on look at them
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| These kids have needs
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| We balance on a string
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| When it’s all over maybe then you’ll see you’re
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| Blinded by your greed
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| Are you blinded?
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| Are you blinded?
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| I can tell you’re lying |