| You had them fooled
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| And I’ll admit you had me too
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| But you’re awfully chic to act so clean
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| I can sense a shake
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| An oscillation in your voice
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| The closet’s full
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| But the door is swinging open
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| Shame
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| That you couldn’t suffer the blame
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| 'Cause now it’s the only way that you could find a fix to mend
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| It’s the art of deceit
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| With elegance you’d plea to captivate
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| But never was there doubt
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| And I heard the sirens sound
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| As you were standing still in a silent calm
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| With curtains drawn
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| Cursing at the light
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| Shame
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| That you couldn’t suffer the blame
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| 'Cause now it’s the only way that you could find a fix to mend this
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| Shame
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| That you wouldn’t suffer the blame
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| You know it’s the only way that you could find a fix to mend these lies
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| You’re not leaving anything back in this world for us
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| So don’t go taking anything back from this world but
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| Shame
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| That you couldn’t suffer the blame
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| 'Cause now it’s the only way that you could find a fix to mend
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| These lies |