| I was three days back
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| From the city of fire
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| When we heard the news
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| And collapsed in the corner crying
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| They drove you away
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| Thought that you’d come back
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| And turn it around
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| Free to alter every past mistake
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| But here they come
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| Parading like they knew who you were
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| They came out to play
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| And acted like they were hanging around
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| At a sick and twisted fashion show
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| A stab in the back, despicable joke
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| That you thought were friends
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| Never cared while you were breathing
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| But here they come
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| Parading like they knew who you were
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| So, we all walk side by side
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| In this sick little masquerade
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| So, we all walk side by side
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| In this sick little masquerade
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| Look at the mess with a callous heart
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| As if you were proud
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| Is that the best that you can do with it?
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| If you’ve learnt a single thing from it all
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| You would never stand too close to me
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| But here you are again
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| So, we all walk side by side
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| In this sick little masquerade
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| So, we all walk side by side
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| In this sick little masquerade
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| So, we all walk side by side
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| In this sick little masquerade
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| So, we all walk side by side
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| In this sick little masquerade
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| So, we all walk side by side
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| In this sick little masquerade |