| All we are is entertainment caught up in our own derangement
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| Tell us what to say and what to do
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| All we are are pretty faces, picture perfect bottled rage
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| Packaged, synthesized versions of you
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| We’ve all made petty fortunes but we can’t afford a life
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| Confined to pull out quotes in hotel rooms
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| They all scream California and it’s toppling empire
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| But can’t you see the end is coming soon?
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| Come one, come all, the new sensation guarantees then obligations
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| Spotlights follow every single move
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| Basking here on ten foot stages, pouty lips and oh so jaded
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| All as if we have something to prove
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| Despite these petty fortunes we still can’t afford a life
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| Confined to pull out quotes in hotel rooms
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| They all scream California and it’s toppling empire
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| But can’t you see the end is here?
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| And if we cared at all about this unknown plight
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| Then we’d do something more to finally make this right
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| Is this only entertainment? |
| Pull the curtains, places please
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| We’ve learned to sing and dance and cry on cue
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| But this is more than entertainment in a world so sick with pain
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| This is the only thing that’s real or true
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| We’ve all made petty fortunes but we can’t afford a life
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| Confined to pull out quotes in hotel rooms
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| They all scream bloody murder over graves already dug
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| But can’t you see the end?! |