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* Nothing is real, and, that's how I feel Maybe I'm right but that's not my style I'm not the one, I'm not the sun But when I shine, nobody minds, do you?
Victory's here but it's not so near See how that goes, quiet and slow, too much to say I'll make it O.K., give me sometime, tell me no lies
** Take me to your plastique machine Show me 'round your plastique scene Take me to your plastique machine Show me 'round your plastique scene Move me with your plastique mind And shoot me with your plastique eyes
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I Breathe your words the truth it hurts Choking on promises that soothe my soul
Abused, Accused, Confused
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