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I love how they used to say |
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It's all in your head |
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You're a paranoid picture, you're a photograph |
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Exposed by the light |
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When you step outside |
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Burnt by the sun that's in your eyes |
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But when I saw it in my face |
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In this mirror that needs to break |
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Somethin' bothered me and left me to feel |
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Betrayal, betrayal |
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It rips right through me |
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How you lie right to me |
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Betrayal, betrayal |
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Will this world make better sense |
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Once you mean nothin' to me? |
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It's on the cutting room floor |
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Footage of this mess |
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Filmed then packaged and ready to sell |
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Betrayal, betrayal |
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It rips right through me |
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How you lie right to me |
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Betrayal, betrayal |
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You used to live in a memory |
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Now those pictures are burning, now, now |
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You're a memory, a fingerprint on the film |
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You're a shadow in the sun |
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Now it's your time to burn |
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Betrayal, betrayal |
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It rips right through me |
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How you lie right to me |
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Betrayal, betrayal |
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Will this world make better sense |
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Once you mean nothin' to me? |
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One day, you will come crawlin' back |
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To the same place that I've been |
