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You could say I'm pretentious

You could say I'm the nazz

You could hail me as the new king of it all

You could say I'm nothing new

You could speak well of me

You could say it's already been done before

What will you make of my lines

What will you think I've said

What hidden secrets will you say are in my head

I feel you waiting for me

Waiting to dig my grave

I'm growing scared of everything you could say

Look in my eyes

There's no surprise at all

Critical mind

What will you find to say

Old faces in my wardrobe

So many I've not seen

Memories to look back on people I've been

Dead love on faded carpets

Nostalgia grows with time

I see your face in mirrors shadowing mine

I see your dirty finger

Marks are still on my wall

I can recall the time we tried it that way

In dingy hotel backrooms

Where paint cracks like your face

I must admit I have acquired the taste (?)

Stab my arm

With your synthetic feelings

You amaze me

I crave for you

You could say I'm pretentious

You could say I'm the nazz

You could hail me as the new king of it all