| I know you’ve seen here before
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| But I’m different
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| But something came and took my call of existence
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| And I know there’s nothing much for me
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| But reflection of a system
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| It’s just smoking mirrors and white lies
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| Oh, I had them day and night
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| It’s just smoking mirrors and white lies
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| I’ve been holding out
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| Holding out for you
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| Holding out for you
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| Thriller, I’ll tell you all that you’ll ever need
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| To feel better
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| And I know there’s nothing much for you
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| Out here
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| When the realize that all these lies are false pictures
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| Of persistence
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| It’s just smoking mirrors and white lies
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| Oh, I had them day and night
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| It’s just smoking mirrors and white lies
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| I’ve been holding out
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| Holding out for you
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| Burns, 100 hours of every day
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| To have my faces in a thousand different ways
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| I reflect and I fade away
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| I reflect and I fade away
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| It’s just smoking mirrors and white lies
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| Oh, I had them day and night
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| It’s just smoking mirrors and white lies
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| I’ve been holding out
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| It’s just smoking mirrors and white lies
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| Oh, I had them day and night
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| It’s just smoking mirrors and white lies
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| I’ve been holding out
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| Holding out for you |