| In days of masquerade status
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| names and strange places
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| just stay in your lane in this rat race
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| don’t forget your game faces
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| I’ve paved the way for greatness
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| tell satan to pay the waitress
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| I sold my soul so long ago
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| I’ve overgrown replacements
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| with so many changes
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| it’s just hard to stay who you are
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| I know this games a game
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| but don’t overstay and play it too hard
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| I played the game and made a break and made a hoo raa
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| and changed the game to make the same and claim the new new spot.
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| and made mistakes and overcame and made a new start.
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| it’s safe to day that either way
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| it’s really just who you are
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| I’m staring at the world outside
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| I’m beginning to see the colours
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| I’m staring at the world outside
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| My visions never been so clear
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| To measure days spent on a grey sky
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| well that’s just staying on the safe side
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| it’s safe to say a sin in yourself is living in well as well to suffer infernos
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| I’d rather paint the city waving a glass to colour in merlot
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| a bit of shiraz to add a spizaz and smash the glass to pass on
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| a picture perfect moment, got it
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| then hold and keep the flash on
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| and keep the sunset drive on silence
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| these’ll be the days of our lives
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| and keep the sun kept mindset I’m in
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| Summer days are playing outside
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| And now I’m
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| I’m staring at the world outside
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| I’m beginning to see the colours
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| I’m staring at the world outside
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| My visions never been so clear |