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Oh-oh, ye-es I’m the great prete-ender (woo-oo-oo-oo)
Adrift in a world of my ow-own (woo-oo-oo-oo)
I play the game but to my real shame
You’ve left me to grieve all alo-one
Too real is this feeling of make believe (woo-oo-oo-oo)
Too real when I feel what my heart can’t conceal
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Yes, I’m the great prete-ender (woo-oo-oo-oo)
Just laughing and gay like a clown (woo-oo-oo-o)
I seem to be what I’m not you see
I’m wearing my heart like a crown
Pre-etending that you’re-re still arou-ound (woo-oo-oo-oo)
Too real is this feeling of make believe (woo-oo-oo-oo)
Too real when I feel what my heart can’t concea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eal
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Yes, I’m the great prete-ender (woo-oo-oo-oo)
Just laughing and gay like a clow-own (woo-oo-oo-oo)
I seem to be, what I’m not, you see-ee
I’m wearing my heart like a crown
Prete-ending that you’re-re still arou-ound (still arou-ound)
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