Fake smile on my face
Like designed by pace
Tightrope walker lost his balance
Things have gone fast in everyway
My bad, what else can I say?
Yet I do guess the sun will still shine in May
But yet I must say in every heart but mine
We wrote a script, we’re not acting in
No we’re not, we’re not (we are, we are)
Giving up at all the stunts
True tears on your face
Everything’s to blame
No one’s guilt, more movies ahead
Things have gone fast in everyway
My bad, what else can I say?
Yet I do guess the sun will still shine in May
This is our final cut, trailers on their way
So this is a wrap to our story
The kinda end which is not so happy
So this is a wrap to our story
Set wiped out

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