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wefind our songsin fashion magazineswe read the storyin the morning paperI touch their heartsand they touch my skinI`m on your screenand you are just so wideput us on displayfor everyone to seewe write the wrodsfor all to understandthough I get my kicksit`s slowly wasting medon`t try to be an artistI try to be a mandead stars still burndead still stars burnwe find ourselves in pictures on the netLetras de cancionesblinded by scienceaddicted to devotionI`m in your holdeager to abusemy favourite gameI suffer from misuseI just want to knowthe man in front of them to read their mindsfor me to understandthough I get my kicksit`s slowly wasting medon`t try to be an artistI try to be a man From Letras Mania