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the highs the lows the dance the death the tortured poet
No one has to know I could always hide But sometimes it might get to me The things on all their minds Like, "They don't know I'm lonely" And, "They don't know I'm kind" Or scared that I can't hack it with the current paradigm Every single line Every single rhyme Every single truth I sing Once started as a lie I promise that I'm fine But then I redesign And put myself together like some little Frankenstein Ah-ah Does a story die with its narrator? Ah-ah Surely it's forgotten sooner or later Ah-ah Hope they spell my name right in the paper Ah-ah In here lies the great impersonator Mm-mm I'm lying in a car crash In a pile of broken glass It's funny how it looks like glitter from the overpass I'm in a pick-up truck, the door is stuck, I'm sinking in the water And the girl inside is waving, but the people just applaud her This is a cry for help, callin' for assistance But you can't tell I need it when you're watchin' from a distance Ah-ah Does a story die with its narrator? Ah-ah Surely it's forgotten sooner or later Ah-ah Hope they spell my name right in the paper Ah-ah In here lies the great impersonator - Halsey

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