You can try to cover it up
With your glitter and glam and all your make-up
But I know that you can't go on without the show
You can try to convince me, But you are way past me
And I pity the fool who believes in everything you do
Save Me, Save Me from this world
It's all on my shoulders now
I see the Good LORD looking down at me
And I can hear him when he speaks:
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