| It’s all too much to take in now
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| You’re much too late, your petty fate in pieces on the ground
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| Blame all your faults and failures on your own human nature
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| Speak now or forever hold your pride
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| You think you’re not just another
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| But you’re no better than the others
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| Rumor has a way of seeing through the end of anything
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| Truth will find a way of seeing through the end of anything
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| Who would’ve thought that anyone could be so vain?
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| But it’s the little things you do that go and give yourself away
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| You’re onto something new, another breakthrough
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| You think this could be the one
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| But that’ll never be
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| No, it’s not hard to see
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| Your own hands will bring you to your knees
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| You wanted more than you could afford
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| You think you’re not just another
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| But you’re no better than the others
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| Rumor has a way of seeing through the end of anything
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| Truth will find a way of seeing through the end of anything
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| Tell me something
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| How does it feel to be the only thing
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| That keeps your dreams from being real?
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| It’s a fallacy at best, and you’re already on the edge
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| And now it seems that you’re the only one drowning in regret
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| Face me down the line, and bring your worthless alibi
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| Your self-proclaimed bequest to fame’s the only thing tainting your name
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| You think you’re not just another
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| But you’re no better than the others
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| Rumor has a way of seeing through the end of anything
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| Truth will find a way of seeing through the end of anything |