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The faces in the pumpkins
He finds his leaf, he finds his fame,
In the spotlight, he is arranged.
Or so he was when this first began,
But now it's too much
So in private, he stands.
He stands with himself,
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Changing
I sat at the top
And it felt like it,
I could see everything.
Looking down
It all looked fake,
Like it really
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