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Just confess - we are parodies of ourselvesSwear you'll read - all those all those books on the shelvesBusy with friends - that don't look at your faceWe're comin' clean - steadily losin' our placeDon't you just want - to scream and shoutAll about - the things we go withoutI stole my phoneI bit into every sour tastePretend I'm not - tired and beholden dear Aus Songtexte Mania