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[Verse 1]
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I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom
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Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines
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Some tortured genius meant to leave the planet too soon
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Living on champagne in the back of limousines

[Chorus]
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Trying to feed the fire
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Without really knowing why
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Trying to feed the fire
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While hoping that it dies

[Break]
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[Verse 2]
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Trading where I'm at for some future destination
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Working for attention I'll eventually resent
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Trying to ignore some of the darker implications
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Of smiling for the camera with my hands in wet cement

[Chorus]
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Trying to feed the fire
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Without really knowing why
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Trying to feed the fire
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While hoping that it dies
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Trying to feed the fire
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Without really knowing why
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Trying to feed the fire
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While hoping that it dies

[Verse 3]
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There's someone in my reflection that's been haunting me my whole life
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There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear
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And I wonder to myself as I am straightening my bowtie:
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How can I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror?

[Chorus]
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Trying to feed the fire
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Without really knowing why
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Trying to feed the fire
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While hoping that it dies
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Trying to feed the fire
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Without really knowing why
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Trying to feed the fire
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While hoping that it dies
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Hoping that it dies
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Hoping that it dies
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Hoping that it dies