Blues Traveler

With an air of indignation
Smiles a painted porcelain face
And we're supposed to trust this
Decorum has its place
But you and I beyond that
With a question I might ask
How suddenly the smile doth crack
When we slip beneath the mask
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CHORUS:
And they're fallible
Yeay they're fallible
And we hold up a mirror
And we hate what we see
And we keep on trekking westward
Infallibly
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God I wanna touch you
In the place you wanna hide
Dare you to come after me
Commit my narcisside
Punishing the guilty
Was never the intent