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Lyrics

You're watching the great decline
You can't even close your eyes for a minute just in case the lies start to fly
And one might get by
The next thing you know, it's all done
Ten seconds of fame, and there you are alone again
 
The spectacle now abounds
We walk with a lonely crowd; our pictures the only thing left that's allowed
No waking up now
The next thing is here, we're all done
Two minutes of fame, then here we are alone again
  
What you're looking for, you'll never findWhat you're searching for, you'll never findWhat you're waiting for, you'll never find
 
Machinery's all in place
Real life gone without a trace of the actions that made us who we used to be
It's all what we see
And not what we do, that's all done
A lifetime of fame, but still we're all alone againAnd what good is fame, when only images remain