The camera’s watching
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He takes a breath
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Even though that they know
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That he knows
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That they’re on to him
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He don’t break a sweat, no
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Chorus:
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It grows and grows and grows
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Inside of him
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There’s nothing there
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All along he knows
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Those mirrors started to lie to him
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His reflection faded
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The crowd are waiting
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He takes the stage
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Cross his heart, hand on heart, open heart
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That he’s gone legit
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He was never there, no
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Chorus:
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Oh, it grows and grows and grows
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Inside of him
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There’s nothing there
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All along he knows
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Those mirrors started to lie to him
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His reflection faded
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As easy as closing his eyes
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So he begins to lie
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The camera’s watching
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The camera’s watching him lie
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So He Begins to Lie
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| Bloc Party |
