| This is it, right behind the curtain
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| Every single second brings a second chance !
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| Tic tic tic toc ! |
| This is right where they belong
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| Right? |
| Tic tic tic toc talking to yourself never did a damn thing
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| And yet I do the very same thing each and every chance that I get
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| It’s time to raise those pretty heads !
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| Keep those greasy little hands off the glass
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| And keep your feet behind the dotted line
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| You’re doing fine, it’s just we don’t have a clue
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| How they’ll choose to react to you, an audience
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| AHH! |
| Just look what you’ve done !
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| This is exactly what we feared and yet we’re still so unprepared…
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| Their faces crack open
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| The artistry of debauchery !
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| If we’re all endlessly wasting it, they can’t take it away !
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| We couldn’t hope for anything more than this…
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| Stop fucking staring at me, dream your hysterical dreams
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| Since this is the way things are explain the way things seem
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| Or anything more than this
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| They say that pretty faces age pretty quickly
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| Beautiful eyes grab you to fill idle time and time again, all alone
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| You used to feel I was a beautiful liar
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| So now it’s coming to this ?!
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| Each one tripping on the light fantastic toe
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| Come on you sheep skinned liars !
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| Dress up those skeletons and sway !
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| You think you’re terrified now?
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| Just wait and see, our eyes are open
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| The artistry of debauchery !
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| If we’re all endlessly wasting it, they can’t take it away !
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| We couldn’t hope for anything more than this…
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| Stop fucking staring at me, dream your hysterical dreams
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| Since this is the way things are explain the way things seem
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| Or anything more than this
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| Or anything more than this
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| Save yourself. |
| The months have always turned to years
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| Save yourself. |
| The face of each and every fear
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| Save yourself, save yourself
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| Smile along with the fabrication as long as you can shelve your disbelief
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| We’ve had our day
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| If we’re all endlessly wasting it, they can’t take it away
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| So take a seat by the broken mirrors, and take a look at my face
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| If you’d just quit your screaming, baby, you’d see you are not afraid of me
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| You are not afraid of me…
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| The artistry of debauchery !
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| If we’re all endlessly wasting it, they can’t take it away !
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| We couldn’t hope for anything more than this…
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| Stop fucking staring at me, dream your hysterical dreams
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| Since this is the way things are explain the way things seem
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| Or anything more than this |