I would be in for the kill
Good god, you're comin’ up with reasons
Good god, you're draggin’ it out
And good god, it's the changin’ of the seasons
I feel so right so follow me down and just
Fake it, if you’re out of direction
Fake it, if you’re out of direction
Fake it, if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it, if you feel like infection
Whoa, you’re such a fuckin’ hypocrite
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