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The Great Dissemblers
Oh-oh, we’re the great dissemblers
Pretending that we’re doing well
Our need is such we dissemble too much
We’re deceitful as everyone can tell
Pretending that we’re doing well
Our need is such we dissemble too much
We’re deceitful as everyone can tell
Oh-oh, yes we’re the great dissemblers
Adrift in a world of our own
We play the game but to our real shame
Others are left to grieve all alone
Adrift in a world of our own
We play the game but to our real shame
Others are left to grieve all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when we feel what our hearts must conceal
Too real when we feel what our hearts must conceal
Yes we’re the great dissemblers
Just lying and faux like a clown
We seem to be what we’re not, you see
We’re wearing our deceit like a crown
Pretending the world is not round
Just lying and faux like a clown
We seem to be what we’re not, you see
We’re wearing our deceit like a crown
Pretending the world is not round
(apologies to The Platters & songwriter Buck Ram)
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