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Victims Of Praise

Familiar faces

sometimes they don’t seem the same

something’s different

or is it maybe I have changed


Consequences  creep up, come out,

when least expected ring me out

if you knew

would you be the same


I need a drink sometimes

it seems I think too much

is it worth the cost

a worthwhile fight or a dream to scratch


Will you stand your ground when the ghosts come out

kill the sandman root him out

if you knew

would you be the same

You are me and I am you

freedom lost, the hype’s untrue

differences in constant change

is all


You and me what can we do

freedom lost I feel for you

differences if they don’t change

we fall

victims of praise


sometimes I sink into the deep

and rise up strong

cut down to size

and to my surprise the pressure’s gone


I feel free like pouring rain

what lies beneath is a peaceful flame

if you knew

would you be the same

You are me and I am you

freedom lost, the hype’s untrue

differences in constant change

is all


You and me what can we do

freedom lost I feel for you

differences if they don’t change

we fall

victims of praise

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