| The other room, comatose by all the screens,
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| Blown away by another perfect scene.
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| I don’t care
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| I am so bored, all the real things can’t compete,
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| Hollywood paint my day so incomplete.
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| And every street I walk, every place i sit,
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| and every film I saw, almost ruined it.
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| And all the shiny things, that the picture brings,
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| turn a normal day, into a cheap cliché.
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| You know what…
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| Whatever we wanna get, we never get.
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| I keep on buying all the things we don’t need,
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| Just to impress all the ones we don’t meet.
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| I don’t care.
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| Just regret there I acted so damn fake.
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| You know what, you have made the same mistake.
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| And all the cigarettes, all the talking heads,
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| buying happiness, it just never rests.
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| And all the drugs we take, so we can sleep awake,
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| and watch the colors fade, broken masquerade.
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| You know what.
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| Whatever we wanna get, we never get. |