Paroles originales
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All of you want, that pretty picture
The perfection, that illusion has got your head
Strive, strive, strive, but the image eludes your reality
On your deathbed, empty handed, it might all sink in
And as you tune out
It hits you
It was just a visual
And then it hits you
It was just a visual
