| Lights camera action no satisfaction
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| We only exist to insist on reaction
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| Why do we try
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| When there’s no real reason why
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| There’s a time and a place and a space that we make
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| But we don’t understand that it’s fake and we’re here just the same
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| So strange
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| When there’s no one left to blame
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| 'Cause that ain’t real, that is movie blood
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| No fingerprints they were in the glove
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| The breakaway glass it don’t even cut
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| To make movie blood, to make movie blood
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| No that ain’t real, that is movie blood
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| No fingerprints they were in the glove
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| The breakaway glass it don’t even cut
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| To make movie blood, to make movie blood
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| Illusions confusing and always intruding
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| The place that you go when you fear that you’re losing
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| Your mind and that’s fine
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| It’s how we all decline
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| Bending and turning, realities learning
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| To tear you apart at the seams as you’re burning
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| Alive and you’ll find
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| It’s all just by design
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| 'Cause that ain’t real, that is movie blood
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| No fingerprints they were in the glove
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| The breakaway glass it don’t even cut
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| To make movie blood, to make movie blood
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| We only want to pretend, we only want to pretend
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| We only want to pretend it’s true
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| And then we get to the end, and then we get to the end
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| And then we get to the end, let’s go
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| That ain’t real, that is movie blood
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| No fingerprints they were in the glove
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| The breakaway glass it don’t even cut
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| To make movie blood, to make movie blood
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| No that ain’t real, that is movie blood
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| No fingerprints they were in the glove
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| The breakaway glass it don’t even cut
|
| To make movie blood, to make movie blood
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| We only want to pretend, we only want to pretend
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| We only want to pretend it’s true
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| And then we get to the end, and then we get to the end
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| And then we get to the end, let’s go |