| So tell me do you ever feel like you’re always on the run
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| And does it really make a difference if you just pretend to be someone you’re
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| not
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| When you come face to face with your own inner demons
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| You can open your eye’s down at the bottom, you will be set free
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| 'Cause paradise is a wasteland
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| Behind the smoke and mirrors
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| And if you don’t have faith in heaven
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| They’ll say anything just to make you believe in hell
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| Tell me does it ever feel like you’re never good enough
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| And does it make you feel indifferent to because you just pretend to be
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| something you’re not
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| When you have to face that old familiar feeling
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| And by the look in your eyes it’s not quite what they made it out to be
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| Cause paradise is a wasteland
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| Behind the smoke and mirrors
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| And if you don’t have faith in heaven
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| They’ll say anything just to make you believe in hell
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| You’ve been afraid, locked away, made to believe
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| You’re lost inside, meant to hide from who you want to be
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| It’s time to set yourself free
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| Set yourself free
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| Tear down the walls
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| And show the world who you truly are
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| Paradise is a wasteland
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| Behind the smoke and mirrors
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| And if you don’t have faith in heaven
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| They’ll say anything just to make you believe in hell
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| Paradise is a wasteland
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| Behind the smoke and mirrors
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| And if you don’t have faith in heaven
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| They’ll say anything just to make you believe in hell |