Feeling ashamed
Play like Texas Hold Em'
I was taken to be tamed
Loss my sense of motion
Up up and away
I'm flirting with the golden age
Keep me at bay
The hunters won't be hunted
We got no where to stay
Yeah have to keep on running
Don't fall on your face
Keep dancing with the golden age
What'll it be, the fire or the magazine?
Sweet desire playing live like a TV
But I fake a smile
Stay for a while
You fake your smile
That's not my style
Coming of age
Take the keys and lock it
I've been living off of change
Lot's of dime bags in my pocket
I was broke anyway
I'm still coming up from yesterday
Some other way
The liquor keep me going
Wake up flat on my face
Seven in the morning
Look alive and awake
I'm living in the golden age
Feeling ashamed
Play like Texas Hold Em'
I was taken to be tamed
Loss my sense of motion
Now I'm up up and away
I'm flirting with the golden age
Keep me at bay
The hunters won't be hunted
Got no where to stay
You think that I'm just joking
Laugh away everyday
And the golden age will dust away
What'll it be, the fire or the magazine?
Sweet desire playing live like a TV
I fake a smile
Stay for a while
You fake your smile
That's not my style
I can't seem to hide it when I walk into a room
Staring deep into my mirror to find the smile
Tried to understand it
But I'm letting go from holding on
I hate to be the bearer of bad new
I fake a smile
Stay for a while
You fake your smile
That's not my style
I fake a smile
You fake your smile
I fake a smile
You fake your smile

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