| Everybody has a hidden story
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| You can try to reset but it just won’t come back
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| Everybody needs a hidden story
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| Can you cope with the facts or cover up?
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| Give it a shape, rearrange
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| Did you change what your memory unveils?
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| Sometimes we chase another trace
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| Of the fiction we paint in our tales
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| Everybody dreams a hidden story
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| That you thought you reset, never thought it would come back
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| Everybody has a hidden story
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| We can’t cope with the facts so cover up
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| And give it a shape, rearrange
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| Need to change so your memory won’t fail
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| And so you can chase another trace
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| Of the truths you erased in your tale
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Life from a dying star
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| Star
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| Everybody wants a different story
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| From the one that they have but we just can’t go back
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| Everybody hates a hidden story
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| But we can cope with the facts, don’t cover up
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| And show me your shape, don’t refrain
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| Don’t need change, accept that memory fails
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| No need to chase another trace
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| Truth can be hidden in tales
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Life from a dying star
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| Star |