| I can pretend for you, that I mean every word said it’s true
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| That I’d probably rather be like a stranger in disguise
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| And act as if nothing ever.
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| Died or faded away, got lonelier with age
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| And time isn’t on our side
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| I’m sorry to take the thoughts that keep you awake
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| And make it seem like they’re overrated
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| You certainly talk about me more when
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| I fall down
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| And when I get up, my time is never enough
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| Loved in front behind my back hated
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| I guess it has everything to do with luck
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| I can defend the truth
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| but I sound like white noise to my friends
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| As I raise my glass to you
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| In a stupor we speak words
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| That couldn’t be more honest
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| Lies we lived before are fights without a war
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| I’m dead when it’s in your head
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| I’m starting to think that all the buoys we sink
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| Are cutting our chances of being saved
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| I see that the end is all we have to let us know
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| I’d like to believe in something more than a dream
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| For when the will to be one has faded
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| I guess the truth will soon be deceived
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| My friend that isn’t there,
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| My solitaire. |