Welcome to the Holy City; the silver screen
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Built with a lens and a low self esteem
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A teenager's plea for meaning and memes
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We're selling the news
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See, opinions are easier to swallow than facts
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The greys instead of the whites and the blacks
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If you shoot it too straight it won't come back
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We're selling the news
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See, money speaks volumes louder than words
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And virtues with wings, maybe not quite at first
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But salaries are paid by the ads not the verbs
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We're selling the news
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See, all men are equal; all is for sale
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A powerful dog has been chasing his tail
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The lowest common denominator prevails
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We're selling the news
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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But everything is in-between
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The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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But everything is in-between
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The fact is fiction
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Suspicion is the new religion
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America listens as the story is told
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With the eye on the truth as the story unfolds
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But the ratings determine which story was sold
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We're selling the news
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Begging the question, mongering fears
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Stroking the eyes and tickling ears
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The truth is seldom just as it appears
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We're selling the news
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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But everything is in-between
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The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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But everything is in-between
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The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
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I can see your talking heads
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On the television set
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On the Internet they said
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The fact is fiction
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Suspicion is the new religion
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Substance, oh, substance, where have you been?
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You've been replaced by the masters of spin
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Who make good looking books and write history in
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We're selling the news
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The lines start to blur; I get so confused
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I get shiny new models mixed up with the blues
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I get binary code mixed up with abuse
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The facts are simply one option to choose
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When nothing is sacred, there's nothing to lose
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When nothing is sacred, all is consumed
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We're still on the air, it must be the truth
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We're selling the news
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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But everything is in-between
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The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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But everything is in-between
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The fact is fiction, the fact is fiction
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I wanna believe you, I wanna believe
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But everything I see is green
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The fact is fiction
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Suspicion is the new religion
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Selling The News
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| Switchfoot |
