| It’s a haze no harp is playing
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| The prettiest rose doesn’t grow in my field
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| I’m off to play no real kids in the puddles
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| To lose a few more friends who ain’t actually real
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| Cause I’ve never been good with keeping people
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| The real deal just doesn’t attracts them most
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| I observe quite easy white lies
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| When they’re spoken but I’d rather not
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| Round and round I’m nothing without
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| A shiny trophy, a steady ground
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| Round and round I’m nothing without
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| The biggest throne must be found
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| I can’t see myself alone I
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| Just cannot handle this thought
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| A little voice inside says to focus
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| On what matters but I think I’m lost
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| (Round and round I’m nothing without)
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| (A shiny trophy, a steady ground)
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| (Round and round I’m nothing without)
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| Round and round I’m nothing without
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| A shiny trophy, a steady ground
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| Round and round I’m nothing without
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| The biggest throne must be found
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| Round and round I’m nothing without
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| A shiny trophy, a steady ground
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| Round and round I’m nothing without
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| Round and round I’m nothing without
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| A shiny trophy, a steady ground |
| Round and round I’m nothing without
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| The biggest throne must be found |