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I’ve learnt to run from the parade
When will they wake up?
Your smile perfected now
The masses will accept you
Your words are ratified
And the agony is ever rehearsed
But no wisdom, or subjective thinking,
ever fell from your mouth
Still you’re raised up
Like a preacher
Like a god
I’ve learnt to run from the parade
When will they wake up?
I’m tired of looking on
We’re swayed to celebrate you
(like the) target audience
Who are hanging onto every word
You were wide-eyed, claiming victory
While the others fight for their lives
Still you’re raised up
Like a preacher
Like a god
Some of us, some of us, are overrated
Some of us, some of us, are overrated
Some of us, some of us, are overrated
Some of us, some of us, are overrated
You’re so damn high, you can bet they’ll knock you down
You’re so damn high, you can bet they’ll knock you down
Some of us, some of us, are overrated
Some of us, some of us, are overrated
Some of us, some of us, are overrated
Some of us, some of us, are overrated
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