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I feel fear for the very last time

They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head

I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said

They tell me I'm so humble, I say, "I'm turning red"

They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled

They give so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me?

Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me

They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade

Six-feet off the ground at all times, I think I'm feelin' odd

No matter what I make, they never see mistakes

Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake

They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above

The people blend together but I would be lost without their love

Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?

When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch

Is there a real me? Pop the champagne

It hurts me just to think and I don't do pain

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