Вступление
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And now I'm noticeably dumber than i was one year ago
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And I would like to think its a better thing, but I'd tell myself almost anything these days
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Its a little complicated, letting people down is a full time business
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My shallow commitments surrounding me, I snapped my cellphone escape
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Now somewhere in this town, there's a lynch mob for me
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Oh charlatan me, I can't control all these feelings x2
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Its getting hard to stand up straight.
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And now there's strangers in the kitchen
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I'm dodging people like they're bullets
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Cause we're not talking we're just practicing our small talk
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and I've learned tricks about saving face, I gotta keep you all thinking that I'm loving
this place
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I don't mean to be crude but I cant talk to you without a cigarette in my hand
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Its a crutch to hold me up
Its my shield from all you
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Oh charlatan me, I can't control all these feelings x3
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Oh charlatan me, you must me down, all because of me.
Mr.Smith