It's time to get on stage again, play another day, mmm
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The glitter is falling off the eyelashes, even the Velcro smile is there
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I bow
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You won't see me sauté, I'm disguising myself well, oh
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And even emotion for show, anger drips from the corner
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Instead of tears
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Pale with emotions, I think I'm suffocating
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I don't have the strength to play anymore, I know you do too
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Let's go back to where mirabelle tastes in the head
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We will be beautifully naive again
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We will catch every moment in hand
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I want to give you a few analog sentences
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In a world where everything is make-believe
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The most truthful thing will be for us
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I want to be like Little Me today and not pretend anything anymore, mm
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Though a little cheeky not to be on the finger of a nod, hey
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Listen to yourself, not them
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Tell me who is Mrs. L? |
Was there anything left of her? |
Oh
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Although the eyes are the same, someone poured grief ink into them, and there
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You will find me
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Pale with emotions, I think I'm suffocating
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I don't have the strength to play anymore, I know you do too
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Let's go back to where mirabelle tastes in the head
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We will be beautifully naive again
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We will catch every moment in hand
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I want to give you a few analog sentences
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In a world where everything is make-believe
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The most truthful thing will be for us |