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Put on a smile from ear to ear until it cracks, Don't be afraid, nothing bad is said behind your back, Because you just couldn't see it even if it was in front of your nose, You see only good in everyone turning a blind eye to all the rot IT'S LIKE I'M TALKING TO A FUCKIN' WALL, YOUR MISTAKE IS THAT YOU'RE SENTIMENTÁL, I RAN OUT OF PATIENCE YOU MISSED MY HELPING HAND, YOU'VE LOST THE OPPORTUNITY TO CHANGE, THERE'LL BE NO MORE CHANCE Think for a second if your life has meaning, If not, then you should either do something or continue to be a thing, ALL THAT YOUR EYES SEE IS THE FRUIT OF IMAGINATION, BUT DEFINITELY NOT A REALITY Apparently it'll take you years to figure it out, Stockholm syndrome's entrenched in your mind and blood, Because of this you don't wanna change your spot, Your mind ain't here, it's somewhere in the clouds YOU'RE SENTIMENTAL, YOU'RE SENTIMENTAL, YOU'RE SENTIMENTAL, YOU'RE SENTIMENTAL...
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