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I’m not making this up you know
it really happens
and in my life it’s true
fact really is
more banal than fiction

I watch a million people pass by
they all have stories
dreams and mysteries
they all hope to achieve
fucking boring

I never tell the truth to strangers
they only trade in lies
no question marks or grey areas
nothing that
cannot be realised

I’m not making my move just yet
until I know where I’m at
or even where I’m going
everyone who passes is running
only I am staying

I’m not making this up you know
you can see it all around you
some are feeling ecstasy
and some in pain
they all want something new.