(As If)
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As if, as if
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As if it matters
Innit, innit ‘what happens, happens'?
As if as if's were enough
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Is it, is it a fit of angst we see
Is it a bit the fear of failure
It is as if we gave up
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It's like we lack nothing
Kind of kind and so mind numbing
It's kind of like losing touch
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And I can't find me inside
I hide in an empty smile
And I have left me behind
In words that aren't mine
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The scene, the scene - the screen's endless
In style in style... check out my new stress
I've seen this stream – did I ditto that?
Like I really care!
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Pretend pretend life's a bluescreen
Upload dreams in your B-movie
Its kinda like life - but not
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And I can't find me inside
I hide in an empty smile
And I have left me behind
In words that aren't mine
Writer(s): Rory Winston, Leena Johanna Salomaa
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