| You’ve shown the world all you want them to see
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| But I think you’re masquerading
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| For you there’ll never be another release
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| Better than mass attention
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| Everyone knows who you are
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| And the mask has fallen away
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| And the people that held you high
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| Are nowhere to be seen
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| See a reflection of a broken man
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| The horror of your truth
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| A life they won’t recall when they bury you
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| The horror of your truth
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| I won’t believe it about you
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| This story always gets old
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| Your apathy never cuts through
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| Carved from empty words, a heart of stone
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| The truth you never told
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| I can see you’re struggling
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| With the truth you never told
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| We should’ve never believed in the first place
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| But now you’ve lost your hold
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| See a reflection of a broken man
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| The horror of your truth
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| A life they won’t recall when they bury you
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| The horror of your truth
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| I won’t believe it about you
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| This story always gets old
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| Your apathy never cuts through
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| Carved from empty words, a heart of stone
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| I won’t believe it about you
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| This story always gets old
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| Your apathy never cuts through
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| Carved from empty words, a heart of stone |