| Anybody who’s worth your tears won’t make you cry
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| These are words to live by
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| But from the moment that we arrive, we roll the dice
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| For some the well it runs dry
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| Here everybody keeps the cat in the bag, the faces zipped
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| In polite discretion
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| A still tongue keeps a wise head?
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| For appearances sake we keep it perfectly fake
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| And they say that blood is thicker than water
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| Then they take you straight to the slaughter
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| White picket fences from the outside looking in
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| They seem oh so genuine
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| But it’s a dollhouse
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| It’s a house of cards
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| I’m climbing down this family tree
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| Falling apples are too much for me
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| It’s a dollhouse
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| It’s a house of cards
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| Anybody who’s worth your tears won’t make you cry
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| These are words to swallow
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| A hypocritical statement made, a lifelong charade
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| That we’re supposed to follow
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| Here everybody keeps their food in the kitchen, whitewashes it
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| In senseless prevention
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| A still tongue keeps a wise head?
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| For appearances sake we keep it perfectly fake
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| And they say that blood is thicker than water
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| Then they take you straight to the slaughter
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| White picket fences from the outside looking in
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| They seem oh so genuine
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| But it’s a dollhouse
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| It’s a house of cards
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| I’m climbing down this family tree
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| Falling apples are too much for me
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| It’s a dollhouse
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| It’s a house of cards
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| If it’s a dollhouse
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| If it’s a house of cards
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| Was every smile just a big façade?
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| If it’s a dollhouse
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| If it’s a house of cards
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| (Anybody who’s worth your tears won’t
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| make you cry, these are words to live by) |