(Verse)
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This is my best disguise
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My skin¡¯s stepped up and my bones are dry up
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For the rest of the world outside to see.
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See I played on desire,
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It¡¯s a part time thing and rather unfair.
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Try to keep it out of the line,
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I must confess,
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I didn¡¯t recognize you tonight
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Dressed up like my love.
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And I hate these things but I always will tell
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A little sip of something to take off the edge
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And I¡¯ll make my way to the ghost in the room
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Trying to crack a smile.
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And who you¡¯re supposed to be?
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You look like heaven tonight
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Me, I¡¯m a tomb, a corpse in a suit,
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Trying to look a little like love.
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Are you alright?
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I worry sometimes
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Are you dressed up to take my life?
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Keep it coming,
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Keep it coming.
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And I think I saw you for the last of the moment
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Broken heart anybody let hold
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And lost yourself in the crash of the party
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The big bright lights baby constantly haunt me
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I never been right, I have ever been lied to
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Think I just saw the same scars upon you.
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This is a disguise, a masquerade to me
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Keep it coming,
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Keep it coming,
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Keep it coming.
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Who you¡¯re supposed to be?
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Yeah, you look just like my love
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Who you¡¯re supposed to be?
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Are you dressed just like my love.
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Who you¡¯re supposed to be?
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You look just like my love.
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Who you¡¯re supposed to be?
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Are you dressed just like my love.
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Making Whoopee
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| The Gaslight Anthem |
