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Am I lying to myself when everyone else here sees right through me
and all the products they've sold me
I let them own me now don't I feel like such a man,
but I'll hide my guilt and no regrets
Smoke a thousand cigarettes and slowly tear myself apart until
suddenly I'm in the middle of the part I love
There's no rest for these feelings and I have had enough time to think
There are several different ways to waste our time here,
mine will be the one that digs my grave
But anyway I can see for miles and miles,
troubled are the few who reach for the stars
And I don't even know where the hell we are,
but honestly I'm starting to think that I'm lost
Like suddenly I'm in the middle of the part I love,
there's no rest for these feelings and I have had enough time to think
So don't shoot me full of your lies, I know the profit song,
it moves the bones till round and round we go
Can cite examples why I'm right, I don't look the same,
I can barely tell myself apart, like suddenly I'm in
The middle of the part I love, there's no rest for these feelings,
and I think that enough is enough
So don't tell me the same stories, I've heard them all before,
there's no telling what you're selling
But I don't want it anymore, you think you've got it all,
but you don't have what we're looking for
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