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Saw you leaving early when you showed up late After a welcome so changed To think of better days that put a smile on my face I'd like to walk around inside your shoes Between your sewing circle and the truth Passing credentials through a status you've assumed But I'd rather spend my time on my focus and peace of mind Going out instead of sitting on the couch You can't reinvent this right I swear there's really more to life But you're so stuck inside your head It's a curse to where your days will end Saw you leaving early when you showed up late So changed You're picking up the pace Into a crusade of being fake Do we base our judgement on what we're calling art? A show of hands and some fortunate friends To swear at the starving part I'd like to walk around inside your shoes Between the sewing circle and the truth We all have nothing to lose It's too bad I need something to prove Letras de cancionesIt's a crusade of being fake It's a crusade of being fake Inside your head You can't reinvent this right I swear there's more to life But you're so stuck inside your head A curse to where your days will end From Letras Mania