Feed The Fire - Radio Edit

I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom
 Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines
 Some tortured genius went to leave the planet too soon
 Livin' on champagne in the back of limousines
 Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why
 Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies
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 Tradin' where I'm at for some future destination
 Workin' for attention I'll eventually resent
 Tyrin' to ignore some of the darker implications
 Of smilin' for the camera with my hands in wet cement
 Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why
 Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies
 Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why
 Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies
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 There's someone in my reflection that's been hauntin' me my whole life
 There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear
 And I wonder to myself as I am straightenin' my bowtie
 How could I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror?
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 Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why
 Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies
 Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why
 Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies
 Hopin' that it dies
 Hopin' that it dies
 Hopin' that it dies