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The Game

アーティスト:Poets of the Fall  アルバム:Clearview 

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She's plastic She's speed-read A classic line between the lines Fantastic and half-dead His tactic blind to warning signs Her clashes of colors Are flashes of society In ashes His dollars like posters of a tragic love story See the puppet master laugh Astride a pale horse And take another photograph For selfie intercourse Reading out the epitaph Of our pointless wars For love we will tear us down He's shooting at shadows Portraying a proper soldier boy She's thinking in logos Still searching for the real McCoy Broadcasters, they've got this Disasters a wasp of a satire Like actors who French kiss Right after someone stole their fire See the puppet master laugh Astride a pale horse


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