| I feel like I lost it, honest
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| I feel like I’m a million miles away from what I used to be
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| There’s a couple of substances in the hole where my heart used to be
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| Maybe I’m a lost 'cause and I’ll take that to my grave, whoa
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| Maybe I don’t wanna talk about it anyway
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| One step your close to me
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| I just wanna feel wanted
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| Sometimes love is all you need
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| We don’t wanna feel nothing
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| 'Cause makeup makes me pretty
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| Makes me feel like I’m someone
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| 'Cause skin is such a pity
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| Whn you’re trapped in the wrong on
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| 'Cause makeup makes me pretty
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| Makes me feel like I’m someone
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| 'Cause skin is such a pity
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| When you’re trapped in the wrong one
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| And I don’t wanna run away
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| Why does this always happen to me?
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| We could live just like the movie on your screen
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| Don’t know if I could last another day
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| Feel like I’m preaching to the choir
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| Wonder why I look so tired all the time
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| All the time, I try to find
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| Dead or alive
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| It’s so hard to live a lie
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| All the time I try to find
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| Dead or alive
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| It’s so hard to live a lie
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| Yeah, you want it
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| You breathe it
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| Never really need it
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| Got my back at the sun
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| Still burning my feet
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| Got your life in my hands
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| But I don’t know what it means
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| No, I don’t know what it means
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| Can you spell it out for me?
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| Caught in days I’ll trip this bottle
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| Haven’t spoke in weeks
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| I guess, it’s been a while
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| If I make my bed and brush my teeth
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| Will you fill my head with kerosene?
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| 'Cause makeup makes me pretty
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| Makes me feel like I’m someone
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| 'Cause skin is such a pity
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| When you’re trapped in the wrong one
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| 'Cause makeup makes me pretty
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| Makes me feel like I’m someone
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| 'Cause skin is such a pity
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| When you’re trapped in the wrong one |