He licks the paper turns the page
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He writes the spoken word again
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Releases pools of untrapped blood
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To camouflage what's understood
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Wrapped up in a golden throne
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He undresses overloads
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Walks quietly to a distant place
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Honest lies in washed out grace
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Oh oh oh indicate we're locked in
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Oh oh oh with the kings and queens
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We are the happiest pretenders
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And we are the happiest pretenders.
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Dressed down towards the Tyne
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He chases evening's wonder whys
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Then misses hours time again
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Sweeps him underneath its wings
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Oh oh oh indicate we're locked in
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Oh oh oh with the kings and queens
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We are the happiest pretenders
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And we are the happiest pretenders
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And if they try to catch us out
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We'll chase them down
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We're gonna chase them down
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Cause we are the happiest pretenders
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He wipes the crystal from his eyes
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He hits the lights and leaves them dry
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Undoes tomorrows unknown will
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Let's it slide
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Tastes the thrill
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Cause we are the happiest pretenders
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And we are the happiest pretenders
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And if they try to catch us out
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We'll chase them down
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We're gonna chase them down
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Cause we are the happiest pretenders
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He wipes the crystal from his eyes
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He hits the lights and leaves them dry
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Undoes tomorrows unknown will
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Let's it slide
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Tastes the thrill
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The Happiest Pretenders
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| Clare Maguire |
