| Taking off her «face».
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| I don’t think we have met.
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| Sounds different than the beat
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| Your heart used to make.
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| Let’s recollect all our thoughts,
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| We’ve never been so apart.
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| Maybe I could change.
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| Poison takes in vain.
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| At day, it feels a lot like love.
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| I know at night, it feels a lot like blood.
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| (Your portrait smiles in vain).
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| Panic darling.
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| Dancing with the mistress in the blue dress.
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| (Portrait smiles in vain, portrait smiles)
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| Stand in line, turn and draw.
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| Stand in line, turn and draw.
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| Stand in line, turn and draw.
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| Stand in line, turn and draw.
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| Stand in line, turn and draw.
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| Stand in line, turn and draw.
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| Stand in line, turn and draw.
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| Stand in line, turn and draw.
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| She smiles in french but her arms are crossed. |
| (Stand in line, turn and draw.)
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| She’s changed her name to a heart. |
| (Stand in line, turn and draw.)
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| That speaks but it does not beat. |
| (Stand in line, turn and draw.)
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| All the flashes are blinding. |
| (Stand in line, turn and draw.)
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| What started out as a hope for a different world. |
| (Stand in line, turn and draw.
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| It’s now the sand that you’re sinking in. (Stand in line, turn and draw.)
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| Once everyone has taken pieces of your design, (Stand in line, turn and draw.)
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| It’s hard to recognize. |
| (Stand in line, turn and draw.)
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| Rejoice.
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| It’s a lions den,
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| It’s a lions den,
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| It’s a lions den,
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| it is all a lie.
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| I used to live the casual life like you, now my screen is crystal clear with a
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| life like view and I’ve never been more ashamed,
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| I wish that I could see the sunlight too.
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| I should’ve covered up my eyes when that wish came true.
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| Innocent and golden but its blocked in a display.
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| They’re saving up to take me home and write down what I say.
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| If I could change the way I spoke, then I would speak away the darkness of the
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| past and guide myself away from all the cameras in my path.
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| In my pa-
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| In my- |