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Time to share a story from this odd balcony
And we'll make it tasty with sweet melodies
Add the sardonic wit and costume rhetoric
And we'll giggle from underneath our blanket of
Shtick
We exaggerate and we pontificate
And leave out the details that incriminate
You can catch us peak out from behind the
Metaphors
Just long enough to see if anyone is catching on
Hide in the songs
Hide in the songs
Hide in the songs, we must confess
Our lives are not really as hopeless, heartless,
Haunted as we'd like to think
Yeah we're just privileged brats
And we barely understand
What it means to be oppressed
We just crave something real
To let out how we feel
S o we can start making payments
On our sizeable emotional debt
We hide in the songs