| You’re pretty like the moon
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| No one can get to you
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| That’s lonely but it’s true
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| You’re pretty like the moon
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| Folk songs and cigarettes
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| You’re such a perfect mess
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| You seem so unimpressed
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| You smile when you’re depressed
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| But darlin' let me see the scars you’re hiding
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| Underneath you’re makeup
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| Show me what it is that you’re afraid of
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| Why you hide behind your pretty things
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| And don’t you know that even roses die
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| And nothing’s really made to last forever
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| Even beauty fades, you can’t always rely on
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| Pretty things
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| Red wine and vanity
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| Your fashion fantasies
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| That smile can’t hide your tears
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| That boy can’t hide your fears
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| It’s better when it hurts
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| It shows you what it’s worth
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| So cue the masquerade
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| Inside your still afraid
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| So darlin' show me all the the scars you’re hiding
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| Underneath your makeup
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| Show me what it is that you’re afraid of
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| Why you hide behind your pretty things
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| And don’t you know that even roses die
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| And nothing’s really made to last forever
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| Even beauty fades, you can’t always rely on
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| Pretty things
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| What goes up, must come down
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| You fly too high, oh, you’re gonna hit the ground
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| Too many words, they don’t explain
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| So we hide behind our pretty things
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| Behind the laughter and behind the smiles
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| I’ve got my scars that I’m hiding too
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| Darling, how me what you’re hiding
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| And I’ll show you what I’m hiding
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| Behind all my pretty things |