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You know that we're all the same
Won't hide the will to explain
Is it time to hurl at the door?

Want to play the game of petty fame
The dim transition into careless shame
Such graceful art to lead, then walk away
You're chosen to put ice in the fireplace

I want to play the game of petty fame
You're chosen to find peace in a quiet place

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