Intermissions

Hey, this is a story

Of a man

With a song

And we

Have each other

Been holding on

For so long

A fake transaction

Like puppets on strings

Its all just mirrors

And Smoke screens

We call it passion

Doesn't pay the rent

Living a double life

Feeling torn and spent

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Same cheap lies

They want the party

But won't pay the price

Hey, this is a story

Of a man

With a band

Who left one nest

For another

From the back

To the front

They call for you

Better not be late

Left empty handed

And full of regret

And wonder why?

We ain't making it yet

No point in asking

Nothing to be said

Change intermissions

Same cheap lies

They want the party

But won't pay the price

Change intermissions

Same cheap lies

They want the party

But won't pay the price