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Facades

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Kill our originality with the pain of acceptance
born in this time its known as a death social sentence
we kill who we are just to be accepted and were the witness
we put our past to the back of our minds
Just to forget the time where we didn’t fallow the crowd
And the laughs and points got a little to loud
Till we just couldn’t take it
You’re a master of facades and no one knows you fake it
Once was a star in the crowd of followers in the sky
Now just a blur in blind eyes





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