I'm an actor a web-voyeur
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I'm a fall-down follow-through
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Trying hard to find somebody
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And be somebody
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Like we're all supposed to do
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Any day now the lights will change
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And we'll all be forced to go
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Running with our heads down
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Hiding our eyes from people
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We don't know
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CHORUS:
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Maybe I'm just cynical
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I could care less than I do
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It's a feeling I've grown tired of
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Haven't you
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When I finally leave it all behind
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Maybe you'll be leaving too
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But it's obvious you're cynical
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You don't believe in miracles
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It's amazing colour dreams of things
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I can see in monochrome
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I can buy a prime-time body
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With part-time money
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From the comfort of my home
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We're so lazy
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We're soap-box heroes
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And we've got so much to say
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But if I never cast my ballot
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I wash my hands and walk away
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Maybe it's a dream it's a nightmare
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Figure we've fallen asleep
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We've fallen asleep
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And if I close my eyes
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I'm alone in the room
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Can it go any deeper, go any deeper?
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If you can't believe your eyes
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What can I do?
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Cynical
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| Enter The Haggis |
