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Fakebook
04:04
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Before you showed up we were more than satisfied
So please tell me what you’re doing here
At first your reasons seemed to kinda make sense
But now finally your ambitions are clear
You never wanted to bring us together
You just wanted us to cower in fear
As you mesmerize us, advertise us, whisper in our ear
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I can’t let this go
Whoa Whoa
It's all been done before
You seem to know me and you know what I like
And your message comes so easily
But all I’m made of is a mountain of data
And now it seems you're marketing me
If only we were wise enough to see what to you is clear
As you mesmerize us, advertise us, whisper in our ear
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I can’t let this go
Whoa Whoa
It's all been done before
I don’t trust you anymore
I wanna leave, I wanna run
But I’m held by everyone I love
And everything that I consider mine
I wanna not believe that I’m
Caught in the trappings of your sick design
As you whisper in my ear, tell me what I want to hear
I’m comfortable it's clear with your lies
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I can’t let this go
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I can’t let this go
Whoa Whoa
It's all been done before
I can’t trust you anymore
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