| Somewhere in town
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| You walk
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| Without knowing where you are going.
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| You think about your life
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| Already
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| You count how many people you've already betrayed
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| How many people have you ever lied to
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| How many people you've already hurt
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| And from the bottom of your remorse
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| You still love her.
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| You're a prisoner of your secret,
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| But your pain erases your fault,
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| But your pain erases your fault,
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| But your pain erases your fault.
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| You feel bad about yourself.
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| You cry,
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| Without ever being consoled.
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| We laugh behind your back.
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| Never mind.
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| You feel alone in this city of millionaires.
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| We laugh behind your back.
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| But deep down, what can it do?
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| You smile at everyone,
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| You smile at everyone.
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| You're a prisoner of your secret,
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| But your pain erases your fault,
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| But your pain erases your fault,
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| But your pain erases your fault.
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| Poor damn.
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| Like your life must be a comedy.
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| Poor damn.
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| But how your life must be one long night
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| Poor damn.
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| Something in your life is leaving
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| Which you don't really know what to think anymore.
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| You no longer have the spark of genius
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| You no longer have the spark of life
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| You feel bad about yourself.
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| This evening
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| Suddenly you no longer like your image,
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| Even if from the bottom of your shame
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| You smile at everyone.
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| You're a prisoner of your secret,
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| But your pain erases your fault,
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| But your pain erases your fault,
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| But your pain erases your fault.
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| Poor damn.
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| Like your life must be a comedy.
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| Poor damn.
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| But how your life must be one long, long night
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| Poor damn.
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| But your pain erases your fault
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| But your pain erases your fault
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| But your pain erases your fault
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| But your pain erases your fault
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| But your pain erases your fault
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| But your pain erases your fault
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| But your pain erases your fault
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| But your pain erases your fault
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| But your pain, erase, your fault |