Hands bound up in laces tied behind my head
Starring from a distance might as well be dead
All the smiling faces waiting to be seen
Feeding off the hottest name up on the screen
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Tasting of exhaustion salty on my chin
Turing up the corners never let them in
Bet you'd like to bite it and take it off my plate
Look me in my eyes then sell yourself as fake
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