 Turn the corner to familiar
Turn around into your past
Hide then seek the same addictions
Hope you find the better, one up the last
Sleepwalking through your big bed of lies
Wish on up a star every night,
Oh, Yeah
I see, you're at it again,
Sittin on your hands
Waiting around for the wind to change direction
Well there you go again,
stuck in your head
Having a ball,
in your phony optimistic way
Off with your masquerade
All the people look so happy
Safe beneath their plastic skin
They get a rise from another's tradgedy
But tip toe so nobody can get in
Sweet talking through a big bed of lies
Wish on up a new star every night
Oh Yeah
I see, you're at it again,
sittin on your hands
Waiting around for the wind to change direction
Well there you go again,
stuck in your head
Having a ball,
in your phony optimistic way
Oh darlin you
You suffocate in your fantasy
You twist inside your hollow eyes
When the mirror speaks
I see, you're at it again,
sittin on your hands
Waiting around for the wind to change direction
Well there you go again,
stuck in your head
Having a ball,
with your phony optimistic way
I see, you're at it again,
sittin on your hands
Waiting around for the wind to change direction
Well there you go again,
stuck in your head
Having a ball,
in your phony optimistic way
It's a beautiful day,
So off with your masquerade
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