| Fake it loud till you make it proud
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| Claim your prize as you hide behind a plastic grin
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| Talk your talk and walk your walk
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| On two legs that weren’t yours to begin with
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| Shaking hands and taking names of new friends to whom you’ll
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| Attach yourself like glue
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| Must be nice to have things working out
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| Till the world comes crashing down on you
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| There will be a day where you run away from all the chaos you entail
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| Voice in your head are screaming
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| Party’s over
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| Maybe had you stepped down off your high horse we could be friends to this day
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| But I’m not cool enough to get you clout
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| You’re ungratful, you’re oh so pitiful
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| You said that you hoped I got what I desrved
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| Unforgivable, so despicable
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| I can’t believe that you would have the nerve
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| To give me affection and
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| Offer protection and
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| You turned your back on me and left me
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| Alone in the dark
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| There will be a day where you run away from all the chaos you entail
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| Voice in your head are screaming
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| Party’s over
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| Maybe had you stepped down off your high horse we could be friends to this day
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| But I’m not cool enough to get you clout
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| And it seems as though you’ve got it all figured out
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| There will be a day where you run away from all the chaos you entail
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| Voice in your head are screaming
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| Party’s over
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| Maybe had you stepped down off your high horse we could be friends to this day
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| But I’m not cool enough to get you clout
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| And it seems as though you’ve got it all figured out |