| Floating in a circle of illusion and deceit
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| Drifting far beneath the skin
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| The taste of bitter sweet
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| Giving into fantasies
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| Playing every part
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| It’s hard to break away from what
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| He says you are
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| He calls you pretty little dum dum
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| He says he loves you but he lies
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| He says that you’re the one one
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| But that’s eleven in his eyes
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| Whatever happens from one through ten
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| Don’t be a victim of his past tense
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| Pretty little one one, don’t, don’t be a pretty little dum dum
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| A never ending silence
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| In a never ending sleep
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| Walking through the darkness
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| Complicated melodies
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| Praying for a change of heart
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| And looking for a sign
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| It’s hard to find the love you want
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| In broken time
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| He calls you pretty little dum dum
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| He says he loves you but he lies
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| He says that you’re the one one
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| But that’s eleven in his eyes
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| Whatever happens from one through ten
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| Don’t be a victim of his past tense
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| Pretty little one one, don’t be a pretty little dum dum
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| It’s hard to be what you wanna be
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| And you wanted to be the one
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| But you know that you have to run
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| Your life’s incomplete
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| It’s so bittersweet
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| And you wanted to be the one
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| But you know that you have to run
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| It’s hard to be what you want to be
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| He calls you pretty little dum dum
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| He says he loves you but he lies
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| (He says he loves you, yes)
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| He says that you’re the one one
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| But that’s eleven in his eyes
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| Whatever happens from one through ten
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| Don’t be a victim of his past tense
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| Pretty little one one, don’t be a pretty little dum dum |