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We aspire to be just like you as we fall to our knees to be grateful If we could fake what we should believe, we'd fool you into thinking we're grateful Take what you want from me, nobody's telling you where to go Dont think i am so nieve to be fooled by these smoke screens Confess to the priest, absolve your sins that eat you little by little The dust settles into arms of hope, I'd break if you'd fold a little Take what you want from me, nobody's telling you where to go Dont think i am so nieve to be fooled by these smoke screens |