| You live your life like you’re on TV
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| But no-one really cares about you
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| You write your own reality
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| And cross your fingers they won’t doubt you
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| She said, it doesn’t have to be like this
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| Yes it does, yes it doesn’t have to be
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| It doesn’t have to be like this
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| Yes it does, yes it does, yes it does
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| When the curtains open
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| Do you fear they’ll see the truth?
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| Will the lights burn off the mask
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| Over the tragedy of you?
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| She said, it doesn’t have to be like this
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| Yes it does, yes it doesn’t have to be
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| It doesn’t have to be like this
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| Yes it does, yes it does, yes it does
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| And every morning
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| You face the day to find
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| The joy of living
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| Is what you left behind
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| If you could only find a man
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| Who’s not yet dead inside
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| Maybe you could gut him out
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| And have a place to hide
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| She said, it doesn’t have to be like this
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| Yes it does, yes it doesn’t have to be
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| It doesn’t have to be like this
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| Yes it does, yes it does, yes it does
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| Yes it does
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| Yes it does
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| Yes it does
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| Yes it does |