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All the priceless faces for the sake of pulling in, push away Plasticaste on eight-fold path, twelve steps last just long enough to say The past is out of style, so I can always burn it up and make it new The golden heart’s her smile, and she would never tear it up and see you through Chorus: Cut the camera and save your soul Cut the camera and take control Cut the camera save your soul Cut the camera and credits roll Days are made of chemicals and nights are made of siphoned gasoline Sanctity in credit cards, and trust in 48 hours keeps you free Predicaments of residence, indifference is forced to make a choice Sacraments of pleasantness, two-sidedness, I think I’ve lost my voice Chorus You’re practical, you’re clinical, you’re in love, you’re insane You’re laxical, you’re criminal, you’re in love, you’re insane Chorus From Letras Mania