conformism
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The year is new but the game is old / Same story starting and getting retold / And nobody cares if their words are gold / They just keep pretending that the worlds not cold / And everybody wishes they were someone they aren't / And everybody says
We are two different sides of the same soul
This I say to you, my friend
Lover’s Lane shall never end
When we are finally together again
And I’ll let you know one thing is true
Begin the dance.
Lock the door.
Put on the mask.
Shape the curls.
Brush on the paint.
Plaster the smile.
Look in the mirror.
Look away.
Begin the dance.
