| Welcome to the Holy City; |
| the silver screen
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| Built with a lens and a low self esteem
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| A teenager’s plea for meaning and means
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| We’re selling the news
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| See, opinions are easier to swallow than facts
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| The greys instead of the whites and the blacks
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| If you shoot it too straight it won’t come back
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| We’re selling the news
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| See, money speaks volumes louder than words
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| And virtues with wings, maybe not quite at first
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| But salaries are paid by the ads not the verbs
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| We’re selling the news
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| See, all men are equal; |
| all is for sale
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| A powerful dog has been chasing his tail
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| The lowest common denominator prevails
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| We’re selling the news
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| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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| But everything is in-between
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| The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
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| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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| But everything is in-between
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| The fact is fiction
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| Suspicion is the new religion
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| America listens as the story is told
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| With the eye on the truth as the story unfolds
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| But the ratings determine which story was sold
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| We’re selling the news
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| Begging the question, mongering fears
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| Stroking the eyes and tickling ears
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| The truth is seldom just as it appears
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| We’re selling the news
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| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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| But everything is in-between
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| The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
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| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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| But everything is in-between
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| The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
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| I can see your talking heads
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| On the television set
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| On the Internet they said
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| The fact is fiction
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| Suspicion is the new religion
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| Substance, oh, substance, where have you been?
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| You’ve been replaced by the masters of spin
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| Who make good looking books and write history in
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| We’re selling the news
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| The lines start to blur; |
| I get so confused
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| I get shiny new models mixed up with the blues
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| I get binary code mixed up with abuse
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| The facts are simply one option to choose
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| When nothing is sacred, there’s nothing to lose
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| When nothing is sacred, all is consumed
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| We’re still on the air, it must be the truth
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| We’re selling the news
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| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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| But everything is in-between
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| The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
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| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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| But everything is in-between
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| The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
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| I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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| But everything I see is greed
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| The fact is fiction
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| Suspicion is the new religion |