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There's a secret to society I'm serious, why would they lie to me? And I believe it, I believe it Paid good money for the book Based on the movie and the dieting There are rules on the quiet And you can break 'em if you buy it Just go easy, it's a drug And if you like it you'll go find Some ancient book to justify it I can't sleep Can't taste, can't eat Can't fake, can't be Can't not So if you're at the end of Rope Street Relegated to the nosebleeds There's a reason, the solution They're proposing with the pistol And the pulpit seems too easy Hard to see what you can't see Is my yellow someone's green? Letras de cancionesI can't sleep Can't taste, can't eat Can't fake, can't be Can't not Hard to see what you can't see Is my yellow someone's green? I can't sleep Can't taste, can't eat Can't fake, can't be Can't not Hard to see what you can't see Is my yellow someone's green? Hard to see what Hard to see what Hard to see what Hard to see what From Letras Mania