I can tell you're lying
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It cuts through my belly
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Let the dull colors spill right down to my shoes
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And the children gather 'round to lap it up
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and the children gather round
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I am empty
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Others are overfilled on what I've given up, so come on
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I can tell you're lying
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To them it's Technicolor
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I can tell you're lying. It cuts through my belly
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Lies this deck is stacked with lies
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but no one knows the difference
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So what's the difference? You see
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we all walk on a string
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If I bounce you bounce too
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It's all connected
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The sun carries the hanging moon from its shoulders and says
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"If I don't shine, then you don't shine"
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And if I fail and you succeed what does it mean
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Their eyes are sunken. Come on look at them
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these kids have needs
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We balance on a string
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When it's all over maybe then you'll see you're
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blinded by your greed
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Are you blinded?
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Are you blinded?
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I can tell you're lying
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Looks Like The Real Thing
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| Gatsby's American Dream |
