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[Verse 1] [Holden Caulfield's POV] [Melancholy]
Another day, another school I flunked,
Just can't stand all the fakes, the way they've punked
My every thought, my every single sigh.
They all just prance around, I don't know why.
Like those guys at Pencey, with their slicked-back hair,
Talking 'bout important things, like they even care.
Phonies, every last one of them, it's true,
Just trying to impress, what else is new?

[Chorus] [Angsty] [Rock Ballad]
Oh, the phonies, they're all around,
Making all that phony, phony sound.
In their suits and ties, their fake smiles bright,
They just don't get it, not one bit of light.
I'm just trying to find something real, you see,
But the world's a stage, and everyone's a decree
Of falseness, draped in glitter and in gleam,
Living out a manufactured, hollow dream.

[Verse 2] [Disillusioned] [Acoustic Guitar]
I see them at the games, the dances, everywhere,
With their "swell" opinions, floating in the air.
They talk about their futures, all planned out and neat,
But is it what they want? Or just a social feat?
And the girls, oh the girls, they’re just the same,
Playing games and whispering, calling out my name
With a smirk, like they know something I don't do,
But I see right through them, every single hue.

[Bridge] [Searching] [Softer, more reflective]
Maybe I'm the crazy one, maybe I'm the fool,
For wanting something honest, something kind and cool.
A place where words mean something, and hearts aren't bought and sold,
A story that's authentic, brave and strong and bold.
But I keep walking, searching through the night,
For that one true thing, that flickers like a light.

[Outro] [Fade out] [Whispered]
Phonies... all phonies... when will it end?
Just want to find a friend... a real friend...
[Fade]

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