| You still pretend you like to let—
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| Me always choose
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| I still pretend that I don’t get—
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| Pissed off at you when I lose
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| Brand new
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| Maybe we should blind each other right now
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| Before it all starts showing--
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| Through…
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| We are but figments we can never live up to…
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| But beneath the pretty polish
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| We could always find an even prettier truth
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| I don’t know yet the kind of woman
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| You think you wish I was
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| You don’t know yet just how many men
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| Know all the places you love on me, too
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| But soon
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| The bliss of ignorance will lift
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| And in the clarity it’ll all show
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| Through…
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| We are but figments we can never live up to…
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| But beneath the pretty polish
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| We could always find an even prettier truth
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| In the real you and me underneath the frilly niceties
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| We will eventually have to peel the mask away
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| And show what we’re made of
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| Oooooh…
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| We are but figments we can never live up to…
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| But beneath the pretty polish
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| We could always find an even
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| We could always find an even prettier truth |