(Verse)
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Caught in the middle of song,
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Where you don¡¯t want to become,
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Become something else.
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I don¡¯t think I¡¯ve ever less on
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One more than being on my own,
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On my own, on my own, on my own.
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On yourself tonight,
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And find your own fight.
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(Chorus)
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Fake how you want
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Fake every last step, just don¡¯t fall,
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Just don¡¯t fall.
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m a chameleon, I just want to be on my own,
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On my own, on my own.
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I don¡¯t think I like the sun
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Anymore than being on some kind of right
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Where I just run and hide.
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(Chorus)
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Fake how you talk
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Fake every last one, just don¡¯t tell.
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Take anything real off your walls
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And burn it all.
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Fake how you want
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Fake every last step, just don¡¯t fall.
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Take anything real off your walls
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And burn it all, burn it all.
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Anxiety
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Gold Fields |