so back to start, you're in a scene but someone blocked the sound
it hits you hard, the skindeep lies won't move a soul around
and you know you're turning into something you are not
even so:
you dress it up to have something slick to say
and cash your lies in a deadlock kind of play
but I'm getting late
so here's applause on a tape

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