| Pretenders
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| You’ve got a way with words
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| You’ve got a lot of nerve
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| Pretenders
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| Fuck this shit
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| I’d rather be a sinner than a hypocrite
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| I’m losing the will to live
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| I can’t get enough of it
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| There’s a mirror at the end of the road
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| I can’t do right for doing wrong, someone save me
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| Scratch that, I’ll be wrong on my own
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| I’m tired of wasting my time, you’re overrated
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| I don’t trust this, I don’t know where I am (do you?)
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| I just can’t see it for the sleight of hand
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| I wish I knew where to start
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| Calling all pretenders
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| Evoke
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| Provoke
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| Dead eyes look white to the snowed, mainline the vulnerable
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| Calling all pretenders, we’re living in a world too vicious to love
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| We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us
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| So he’s waiting when you arrive
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| We won’t be far behind
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| It’s like we’re feeling our way through the dark
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| There’s a mirror at the end of the road
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| The lights are on but no-one knows you’re suffocating
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| Don’t pride yourself on denial
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| I’m losing my mind, you’re overrated
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| Mercy games, let go
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| We’re hooked on you
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| This comfort zone will destroy us too you know
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| We’re the fiends to an end
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| You know, we’re the leaders of the misled
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| For fuck’s sake
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| Everybody’s talking about the way that we destroy
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| And how to point the finger everywhere but in
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| You’ve got a lot of nerve
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| Nerve
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| Fuck this shit
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| I’m losing the will to live cos you’re a fucking hypocrite
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| Go
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| Yeah
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| Fuck your leaders
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| Oh
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| Yeah
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| We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us
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| So he’s waiting when you arrive
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| We won’t be far behind
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| We will stamp our feet and hope the devil can hear us
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| So he’s waiting when you arrive
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| We won’t be far behind
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| It’s like we’re feeling our way through the dark
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| We are so numb to our faithless morals
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| We find serenity here in this chaos
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| We’re all chancers here you know
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| It’s why we’re drawn to the unknown
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| Let go |