Waiting for their minds to fall asleep
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Sneaking out the door to the park I creep
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Where my machine will wait for me
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Open up the doors and stumble inside
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Over a sleeping world we ride
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To places I dont want to see
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Don't pretend you feel
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It turns your words to plastic
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Don't pretend that this is real
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It's all make believe
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Waiters on tables are selling their lies
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Drowning in the pubs till the night time dies
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Whispering guilt into my ear
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Looking for some cheap romance
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Watching the girls in sparkles dance
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Tonight could be your night my dear
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Don't pretend you feel
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It turns your words to plastic
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Don't pretend that this is real
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It's all make believe
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Make Believe
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| The Birthday Massacre |
