Promised cures for everyman
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Snake oil and circuses
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You can get to Heaven, yes you can
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So judge the books by their surfaces
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And someone's taking care of business
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The market place is doing fine
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As long as there's no witness
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How can there be a crime
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The illusion is lasting, such beautiful masking
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We hold it in our arms
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It's all just varying degrees of con-artistry
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But no one seems alarmed, no one seems alarmed
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I'll promise love without end
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I'll believe myself, if I can
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And like a baby soft and helpless
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I won't ask questions
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The illusion is lasting, such beautiful masking
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We see it all the time
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It's all just varying degrees of con-artistry
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But no one seems to mind, no one seems to mind
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Varying Degrees Of Con-artistry
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| Duncan Sheik |
