| Eighteen years in the making
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| Her heart is heavy in fear of it breaking
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| And every tear is an awakening
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| Its brings her nearer she appears to be taken in
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| By the sight of a girl she doesn’t recognize
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| Her own image yo how could she forget those eyes
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| Probably cus the one that’s behind them
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| Has grown a little weary of the One who designed them
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| All she ever wanted was to feel pretty
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| She pours pain in her heart till it spills pity
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| Blind to her own masterpiece
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| She hangs pictures on the wall
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| Of people she would rather be
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| This isn’t how it has to be
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| Visit pass the screen
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| See how they fit false images in magazines
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| Media type magic photo shop press
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| See how it looks like plastic yo its not flesh
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| She’s a product of the products they sell
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| Another project in a marketing cell
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| And it’s getting even harder to tell
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| Herself her bodies beautiful
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| Trying to copy what computers do
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| That don’t mean nothing
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| Wasting your time
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| Looking for something you’ll never find
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| Look through the make up
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| It’s not what it seems
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| When will we wake up from half of a dream
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| His wallet size is a call to the eyes of most women
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| Plus the car that he drives and his bold living
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| Meant to symbolize he’s goal driven
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| Now He’s starting to wonder
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| Why everyone he knows is gold digging
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| From his home living to his bar hoping
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| Wherever he is he knows his credit cards got him
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| Feeling like a star shopping
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| With the fear of rock bottom
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| Steering his wheels and not stopping
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| Yeah he got problems but he won’t let them find him
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| He’d rather not solve them then let them redefine him
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| See he can’t see behind them only his need to hide them
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| Within his dreams he ties them
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| On to everything he’s buying
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| He sees an item he makes a purchase
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| Never seeing inside him that there’s a greater purpose
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| And everything he’s paid for is straight worthless
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| If what he’s made for doesn’t break surface
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| He’s a product of the products he sells
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| Another project in a marketing cell
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| And it’s getting even harder to tell
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| Himself from his merchandise
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| The search for gold ain’t worth your life
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| That don’t mean nothing
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| Wasting your time
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| Looking for something you’ll never find
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| Look through the make up
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| It’s not what it seems
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| When will we wake up from half of a dream
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| No one ever said it was easy
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| Life will break you down if you let it
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| But you gotta work
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| But you gotta work through it somehow
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| I know how you feel believe me
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| You got to make a point to just stand your ground
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| The time is now without a doubt
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| We’ll get through it and figure it out
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| That don’t mean nothing
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| Wasting your time
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| Looking for something you’ll never find
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| Look through the make up
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| It’s not what it seems
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| When will we wake up from half of a dream |