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| The Audience |
| Climb up on out of there, give me your hand Tell me what's made you sad, I'll understand Don't pay no mind to their judgement of you They're spoon fed and blinded, the drama, the news There's more than the audience knows More beauty than the camera shows More than the papers expose You are more than the audience knows So take a bow when they cheer for you But darling don't fear when they turn on you I'm proud that it's me and not them that you chose To know more than the audience knows Their small hearts are guided and told what is true They're shown tricks and illusions and edits of you What scares me is sometimes you let their lies through And you wake in the morning and you're burning blue There's more than the audience knows More beauty than the camera shows More than the papers disclose You are more than the audience knows |
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