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We smile nice
Accepting tragedy as a plot device
And far away
Somebody sees this all as a holiday
It's hard as hell
But tough's a cool disguise
And you wear it well
Avoid the touch
'Cause coming clean right now's
Just a bit too much
The truth and such
But keep it under wraps
Until you get your shadow back
The engineers of your destruction
Swing from the chandeliers
We start from scratch
To build a perfect monster
That won't talk back
Imagine that
But keep it under wraps
Until you get your shadow back