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I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin
Towards the sky in arrogance
It easily betrays the closest friend
A moment lost, no consequence
A circle starts again, away from you
Deception pulls us in, away from you
Away from you, away from you
Imitation, a fabrication
A pretty fake, but counterfeit
An empty carcass behind the artist
Is there a trait of innocence?
So how do you portray a sentiment?
Where users brought
The truth is bent
And much to our dismay, they're ignorant
The more that we make up the more it fits
A circle starts again, away from you
Deception pulls us in, away from you
Away from you, away from you
Imitation, a fabrication
A pretty fake, but counterfeit
An empty carcass behind the artist
Is there a trait of innocence?
This doesn't feel right
Feels like everything's further away
Dead as the nightlife
Hindsight, watching another mistake
We never feel right, warm night
Following into the day
Dead as the street light, pure white
Washing the color away
Imitation, a fabrication
A pretty fake, but counterfeit
An empty carcass behind the artist
Is there a trait of innocence?
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