| Beware false prophets — take a stand!
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| My fortune cookie cracked up in my hand
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| More advice to fill up your head
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| More empty words from the livind dead
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| Who seek to explain what can’t really be said
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| And how disappointed I was
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| To turn out after all
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| Just a porcelain God — that shatters when it falls
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| Too much will kill you — too little ain’t enough
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| You shout my name but I’ll call your bluff
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| Most who see me — see me not for real
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| We fake and fawn — play games 'til dawn
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| But I could see what you can see
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| And I hate too what you hate in me
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| And how disappointed I was
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| To turn out after all
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| Just a porcelain God — that shatters when it falls
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| I shake it off and start again
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| «Don't lose control» — I tell myself
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| Life can take many things away
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| Some people will try — and take it all
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| They’ll pick off pieces as they watch you crawl
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| And how disappointed I was
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| To turn out after all
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| Just a porcelain God — that shatters when it falls
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| That shatters when it falls |