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He licks the paper, turns the page |
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He writes the spoken word again |
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Releases pools of un-trapped blood |
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To camouflage what's understood |
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Wrapped up in a golden throne |
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He undresses overloads |
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Walks quietly to a distant place |
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Honest lies in washed out grace |
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Oh, oh, oh, indicate we're locked in |
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Oh, oh, oh, with the kings and queens |
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We are the happiest pretenders |
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And we are the happiest pretenders |
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Dressed down towards the Tyne |
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He chases evening's wonder whys |
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Then misses hours time again |
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Sweeps him underneath its wings |
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Oh, oh, oh, indicate we're locked in |
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Oh, oh, oh, with the kings and queens |
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We are the happiest pretenders |
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And we are the happiest pretenders |
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And if they try to catch us out |
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We'll chase 'em down again |
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We're gonna chase them down |
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'Cause we are the happiest pretenders |
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He wipes the crystal from his eyes |
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He hits the lights, then leaves them dry |
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Undoes tomorrows unknown will |
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Let's it slide, tastes the thrill |
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He wipes the crystal from his eyes |
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He hits the lights, then leaves them dry |
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Undoes tomorrows unknown will |
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Lets it slide, tastes the thrill |
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Oh, 'cause we are the happiest pretenders |
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And we are the happiest pretenders |
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And if they try to catch us out |
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We'll chase them down again |
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We're gonna chase them down |
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'Cause we are the happiest pretenders |
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He wipes the crystal from his eyes |
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He hits the lights and leaves them dry |
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Undoes tomorrows unknown will |
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Lets it slide, tastes the thrill |
