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get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now, that's what you get

you gave me wings, so I flew

along with the sunshine, there's gotta be a little rain sometimes

farewell, cabarista, the writing's on the wall

ten thousand around me, yet I was alone

if I speak, I get an earful, if I don't, I'm a cad

swallowed up in the sound of my screaming, cannot cease for the fear of silent nights

I am an anarchist, an Antichrist, an acolyte, an accidental

all your friends got behind my back and broke it

time it may take us but God only knows how I've paid for those things in the past

won't you pick the pieces up, 'cos it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass

solitude stands in the doorway, and I'm struck once again by her black silhouette

and all the comebacks in the world are in your head, and it's just you and your imaginary friends