Look at the way the famous seem to shine
Apparently the popular define
Tuning into their broken lives
Why do we make them so divine
When will we see it's our own lives at stake
Chorus:
We are all the same
Clearly we should see by now
What is it with fame
Think it's time we figure out
We just live in separate houses fighting to sustain
They are the real and we've become their game
What will it matter when we're in the grave
Examine the inside of your head
It's funny the way we all bleed red
Shouldn't we all be setting the trend instead
We just hide in different spaces
Different lives in different places
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