| Fake friends
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| Livin' life to pretend
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| New trends
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| Only fun 'til they end
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| How loud do you shout
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| To drown others out?
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| It’s all for a show
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| Do they know what’s below?
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| Behind the glass, the people watch
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| They laugh, they cry, they can’t switch off
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| Oh, so beautifully odd
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| It’s a twenty-first century hobby
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| Behind the glass, they stop and stare
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| The joy is gone, but they’re still there
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| We’re not made to compare
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| But it’s a twenty-first century hobby
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| Blue light
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| Finding it hard to sleep
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| At night
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| I’m falling into the deep
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| You play to the crowd
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| It echoes around
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| Do you hear your voice
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| Above all of the noise?
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| Behind the glass, the people watch
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| They laugh, they cry, they can’t switch off
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| Oh, so beautifully odd
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| It’s a twenty-first century hobby
|
| Behind the glass, they stop and stare
|
| The joy is gone, but they’re still there
|
| We’re not made to compare
|
| But it’s a twenty-first century hobby
|
| Behind the glass, the people watch
|
| They laugh, they cry, they can’t switch off
|
| Oh, so beautifully odd
|
| It’s a twenty-first century hobby
|
| Behind the glass, they stop and stare
|
| The joy is gone, but they’re still there
|
| We’re not made to compare
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| But it’s a twenty-first century hobby |