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Follow me
and then you'll see
Her reality shows no reality.
So please
Follow me and then you'll see
Her reality shows.

She speaks a soft word  when the families all home,
A closed mouth could get fed because their problems gone.
Another week where the truth forgets to speak,
a subtle lie hung below the eyes of the meak. 
And you'd swear they were the sweetest sounds,
but its the cheers of the world thats holding her down.
Make her a fake idol. 
Give her a false title,
Then sit her up on a thrown with a paper crown.
Theres sadness in her solitude,
but keeps her mood light when the cameras come around.
Her reality shows no reality,
an apology to the sholders that were built to carry she,
and the eyes that will never see her reality shows no reality.

Follow me
and then you'll see
Her reality shows no reality.
So please
Follow me and then you'll see
Her reality shows.

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