| Yeah…
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| Everyone knows what he does when he does this thing all day, Don
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| But I know, that he tries to wash his pain away, Don
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| Looking at you 'till you do something blinded
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| But Don is livin' in the city of pretending
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| Where everyone has to make himself a name unless you’re nothing
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| Don is livin' in a city full of boredom
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| Where everyone’s talking 'bout you
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| But it ain’t really you
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| Everytime he hit that guy in the face
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| He swallows his pain and calls his friends
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| I did it again, now I can’t stop cryin'
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| I’m lyin'
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| To my mother, my dad, my brother, my sister
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| It hurts so bad
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| I’m sick of pretending to be the one
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| That everyone is afraid of
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| But Don is livin' in the city of pretending
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| Where everyone has to make himself a name unless you’re nothing
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| Don is livin' in a city full of boredom
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| Where everyone’s talking 'bout you
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| But it ain’t really you
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| But Don is livin' in the city of pretending
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| Where everyone has to make himself a name unless you’re nothing
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| Don is livin' in a city full of boredom
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| Where everyone’s talking 'bout you |
| But it ain’t really you |