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Let me start by peeling back my skin To at least let a little bit of soft light in Not something no one's ever seen before But I just couldn’t sit on my hands anymore I feel compelled to share pieces of me With too much information in my vulnerability Can you see over the hedge of my bet? How is it that I still wish you'd mind your business? Performative hours, performative hours We're all running out of sincerity now Performative hours are billed just to burn each one of us down Yes, it’s you that I wish to congratulate So here's a picture of you that of course includes me Foraging for friendship in a digital age Is reminding you of the exact shape of my face My face Performative hours, performative hours We're all running out of sincerity now Performative hours are billed just to burn each one of us down Yeah, burn it all down Performative hours Performative hours Letras de canciones Performative hours, performative hours We're all running out of sincerity now Performative hours, performative hours We're all running out of sincerity now Performative hours, performative hours We'll burn it all down, my brain's a black cloud Performative hours are billed just to burn each one of us down So burn it all down Burn it all down Burn it all down From Letras Mania