Maybe Im defensive cause its my favorite song But you cheapen the passion every time you sing along and laugh You take the photograph, you recreate it piece by piece You stand the same way and wear the same clothes But you dont see the desperation and frustration underneath the pose The real belief Cause youre a secondrate imitation A watereddown simulation of the real thing That alone wouldnt bug me But its you thinking that everything is and has always been that same way Well, it almost sounds like anger Almost looks like passion Almost seems like real life worth living You congratulate yourself for seeming so convincing Then go home alone and find that somethings still missing If this is what you wanted all along, I guess we dont see eye to eye Cause Im looking around, trying to figure out what went wrong So much potential couldve added up Even if wed given up, Id understand But we tried so hard and got nothing but a rented hall with your shitty band Who are we kidding? We killed our own dreams before anyone else ever got the chance Now we dont even dance So lets just go home Well, it almost sounds like anger Almost looks like passion Almost seems like real life worth living We congratulate ourselves for seeming so convincing Then go home alone and find that somethings still missing Well, it almost sounds like anger Almost looks like passion Almost seems like real life worth living We congratulate ourselves for seeming so convincing Then go home alone and find that somethings still missing Somethings still missing Somethings still missing
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