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What A Scene
When you're feeling all wrong in the back of your mind again
How does it feel
When you drop down everything's all the same
Oh yeah
Saccharine, caffeine, nicotine gum
Yeah it tastes sweet but it's not for long
And I just think you thought it would be
And when you're looking for truth on the cover of a magazine
How does it feel
When you find out what you're not gonna be
Oh yeah
They give you your image and the things you believe
Open your eyes and tell me what did you see
And I just think you thought it surreal
Chorus
How does it feel when you're out on your own
And now its too late to go home
And its hard to be free when you're down on your knees
Take it easy
Till you make it alone
Now you're a supermarket punk rock television comedy
Out on the scene
Yeah I bit down but now there's no hand to feed
Oh yeah and all the beautiful images lining your walls
Pop radio screaming down the halls
And now you think you found something real
And when its all about money and the things that you need
Live a big lie and they all believe
Now I just find that somehow obscene
And how does it feel to be out on your own
And now its too late to come home
And its hard to be free when you're down on your knees
Take it easy
Till you make it alone
Take it easy
Till you make it alone
What a scene…..yeah
Its all been said before and all been done
Take it easy till you make it alone
Take it easy till you make it alone
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Take it easy till you make it alone
Take it easy till you make it alone
Its all been said before and all been done
What a scene…..yeah
Till you make it alone
Take it easy
Till you make it alone
Take it easy
And its hard to be free when you're down on your knees
And now its too late to come home
And how does it feel to be out on your own
Now I just find that somehow obscene
Live a big lie and they all believe
And when its all about money and the things that you need
And now you think you found something real
Pop radio screaming down the halls
Oh yeah and all the beautiful images lining your walls
Yeah I bit down but now there's no hand to feed
Out on the scene
Now you're a supermarket punk rock television comedy
Till you make it alone
Take it easy
And its hard to be free when you're down on your knees
And now its too late to go home
How does it feel when you're out on your own
Chorus
And I just think you thought it surreal
Open your eyes and tell me what did you see
They give you your image and the things you believe
Oh yeah
When you find out what you're not gonna be
How does it feel
And when you're looking for truth on the cover of a magazine
And I just think you thought it would be
Yeah it tastes sweet but it's not for long
Saccharine, caffeine, nicotine gum
Oh yeah
When you drop down everything's all the same
How does it feel
When you're feeling all wrong in the back of your mind again
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