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: faker :

we're holding on and testing for echo
and unimpressed with what we've forgot
trying to connect and listen for footsteps
and if we leave none then we can be god's
and we live underground
where heaven's made of sound
the scattered patterns fall
four hundred fathoms tall
is it just a waste of time?
the rolling of the eyes?
the worlds collective sigh?

let's pretend it's the greatest year ever
and let's pretend that everything's true

our minds are thick with misinformation
trip over words and dance as you drown
so we all use our imagination
sugar the pills, it helps keep them down
but we're all wasting lines
on all our wasted minds
so we just close our eyes
and substitute the lies:
it's that moment in the night
that second in your life
when everything went right

let's pretend it's the greatest year ever
and let's pretend that everything's true
let's pretend that everyone matters
but let's pretend it's just me and you

be strong enough to stand up and just hold on


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