Am I lying to myself when everyone else here sees right through me
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and all the products they've sold me
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I let them own me now don't I feel like such a man,
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but I'll hide my guilt and no regrets
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Smoke a thousand cigarettes and slowly tear myself apart until
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suddenly I'm in the middle of the part I love
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There's no rest for these feelings and I have had enough time to think
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There are several different ways to waste our time here,
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mine will be the one that digs my grave
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But anyway I can see for miles and miles,
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troubled are the few who reach for the stars
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And I don't even know where the hell we are,
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but honestly I'm starting to think that I'm lost
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Like suddenly I'm in the middle of the part I love,
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there's no rest for these feelings and I have had enough time to think
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So don't shoot me full of your lies, I know the profit song,
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it moves the bones till round and round we go
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Can cite examples why I'm right, I don't look the same,
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I can barely tell myself apart, like suddenly I'm in
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The middle of the part I love, there's no rest for these feelings,
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and I think that enough is enough
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So don't tell me the same stories, I've heard them all before,
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there's no telling what you're selling
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But I don't want it anymore, you think you've got it all,
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but you don't have what we're looking for
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Identity Theft
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| Sinch |
