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For one reason or another, I feel like a fraud.
A carom has always been behind
From this rigid disguise of a well-known singer
I want to achieve invisibility
Although it is not within my reach now
Some objectivity, that would be amazing.
My feet are dangling, Giant is coming to me
I go on stage with ten more wines
And I'm dying to have the sensations of before
And all this is a part of me that is too important
And some of those shadows taught me
To gain momentum to move forward
Fraying the good memories
The thing is what you discard
See empty, half, full
The fuel of your wings, oh, oh, oh
Sweat from the old days
And takes flight firmly and without battle
Now it's time to rest
Manic, unstable, obsessive and hard-working
Hyper-aware, self-absorbed, and loyal
Sometimes I give myself a break
Most of them have no chance, oh
The exhibition disturbs me
And I panic before going out to play
I never felt up to it
From those dazzling spotlights
Fraying the good memories
The thing is what you discard
See empty, half, full
The fuel of your wings, oh, oh, oh
Sweat from the old days
And takes flight firmly and without battle
Now it's time to rest
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