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歌詞: Beatsteaks. Fake.

You know you're burned out
You've known for a long, long time
Uncertainty called the virus
Infects your mind

Stop it now faking things
There's no beauty none at all
You have to free your soul
Why does love always have to hurt

You cannot hide
There's someone sitting right there
You have to feel the pain but you smile