Put down the idea that I'm broken The idea that you're not real The idea that you can change Change to you is no more than a new lie Flowers unfold to show us a beautiful play Is this not always who we are? To keep this motion going is so selfish Flowers unfold to show a beautiful charade Let's dance on more time You fill this empty heart
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