is this the best you have to offer us?
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you genius, your hair mussed
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by now you must have heard about the whirling world outside
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twist a knife in it, i don't care
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drain the life from it, i don't care
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if you can fake it you can take them like a photograph.
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with a coy sigh in time
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with girlfriend waiting on the line
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fine, but can't you wait to make her cry?
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and they'll remember you alive
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as that pain in their unkind invitation tonight
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so here's your credit for the lie
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that you've been hanging
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and over awaiting your reply.
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is this the worst you have to peddle us?
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scandalous? oh spare us!
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by now they must have heard about your worried world inside
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pull the covers up, i don't care
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call all your lovers up, i don't care
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if the fates sing to your face queen of the raincloud club.
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i lied when i said we were alike
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your rest friend waiting on the line
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to compliment your new shine
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i can hardly stand to stand here now
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to be your stare to admit to all
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the pain that you've been painting
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and over and i can't bear to stay.
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so come on and sing along!
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aren't we bridges aren't we bells?
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aren't we chuckling through our curls?
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up to heaven and down to hell
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say it again pal, aren't we bells?
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aren't we statues in a story
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where we choose our goals of glory
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over family and over friends
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say it again and again.
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aren't we bridges aren't we bells?
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aren't we sighing in our cells?
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up to heaven and down to hell
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say it again pal, aren't we bells?
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aren't we bells?
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Bells
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Hey Mercedes |