| If I could pose, myself just fine
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| You’ll take me in, I’ll cross the line
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| We will be served, into pretend
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| We’ll travel far, into their hearts
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| They’ll take you in, and treat you well
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| You’ll never doubt, they’ll never tell
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| Your dirty lies, your misbelief
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| The false success, which you achieve
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| My mind is on the shelf, and time can only tell
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| That the price is yet displayed, but the wager has been placed
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| You like to stand, beside yourself
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| You hate the way, which you must sell
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| Your story books, and false disease
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| I promise you, we’ll make believe
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| So take this here, that I give to you
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| And run from me, you promise to
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| Cherish it, but from afar
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| Then you’ll be safe, and be a star
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| My mind is on the shelf, and time can only tell
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| That the price is yet displayed, but the wager has been placed
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| My mind is on the shelf, and time can only tell
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| That the price is yet displayed, but the wager has been placed |