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Seeing is believing
Or so they say
But whos to judge
Whats real anyway?
I know its fake
So get off your high horse
Youd rather have this dream
Than your tears and heartaches
Im sorry
But I cant help you
Im really sorry
But Im busy chasing fools gold
Its always been this way
I gotta ride my own wave
Cant intellectualise
Theres no compromise
Im not like you
I can only be me
And thats something
You never quite figured out