Everything's a lie
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We're all gonna die
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Before we say goodbye, let's attack
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I admit it's bleak
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But I give it a week
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Until our friends the meek give it back
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Is it true? Well it's true enough I guess
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Join the chorus of the second best
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Second best [several times]
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What's left of you that's real
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A mutated ideal
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With limited appeal, I suggest
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If hitting is an art
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Then it's drawn us apart
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When you erased your heart and beat your chest
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Is it you? Well it's you enough I guess
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You're an angel in a see-through dress
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Is it true, yes it's true enough I guess
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Second best [Several times]
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Perhaps it's just as well
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That I still look like hell
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At least the world can tell us apart
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Is it true? Yes it's true enough I guess
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Come join the chorus of the unimpressed
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Is it true, yes it's true enough I guess
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Sometimes it's better to be second best
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Second best [several times]
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Second Best
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| Barenaked Ladies |
