I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin
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Towards the sky, an arrogance
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It easily betrays the closest friend
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No moment lost, no consequence
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The circle starts again, away from you
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Deception pulls us in, away from you
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Away from you, Away from you...
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An imitation, a fabrication
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A pretty fake, a counterfeit
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An empty carcass, behind the artist
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Is there a trace of innocence?
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So how do you portray the sentiment?
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The ruse is brought, the truth is bent
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And much to our dismay, they're ignorant
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The more that we make up the more it fits
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This doesn't feel right
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Feels like everything's further away
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Dead as the nightlife, hindsight, watching another mistake
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You never feel right, long nights
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Following into the day
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Pale as the street light, pure white
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Washing the color away
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Pale
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| The Birthday Massacre |
