| Tragic
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| Everybody tryin' to hide all of those habits
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| It’s kind of bizarre when it’s who you are
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| It’s tragic that it’s come to this
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| I bury all of my vices
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| Tryin' to keep my head up over it
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| When everything’s whatever
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| It’s the be all end all
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| And right before we fade away
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| Call a spade a spade
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| And you should know
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| You can tell it’s a bittersweet world
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| Why can’t we all just get along?
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| In this bittersweet world
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| Everybody’s reaping what they sow
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| In this
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| Sweet world
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| Whatever happened to the magic that was keepin' us
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| The faith that was the on stardust
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| Now the hypocrites pointing fingers
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| With three fingers pointing right back
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| And all we’re left with is (And all we’re left with is)
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| And all we’re left with is (And all we’re left with is)
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| And all we’re left with is (And all we’re left with is)
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| The foolish pride and quick fixes, yeah
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| It’s the be all end all
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| And right before we fade away
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| Call a spade a spade
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| And you should know
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| You can tell it’s a bittersweet world
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| Why can’t we all just get along?
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| In this bittersweet world
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| Everybody reaping what they sow
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| In this bittersweet world
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| With closets full of skeletons
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| I’m a bittersweet girl
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| Demons out to get me as I stand alone
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| There’s a universal bottom line
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| Everybody’s in disguise
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| Even you and I
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| Behind the facade tryna get by
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| Don’t wanna burn, but wanna play with fire (Again)
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| There’s a universal bottom line
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| Everybody’s in disguise
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| Even you and I
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| Behind the facade tryna get by
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| You wanna play with fire
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| You’re gonna get burned, 'cause
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| It’s the be all end all
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| And right before we fade away
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| Call a spade a spade
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| And you should know
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| You can tell
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| It’s the be all end all
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| And right before we fade away
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| Call a spade a spade
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| And you should know
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| You should know
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| It’s a bittersweet world
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| Why can’t we all just get along?
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| In this bittersweet world
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| Everybody’s reaping what they sow
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| In this bittersweet world
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| With closets full of skeletons
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| I’m a bittersweet girl
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| Demons out to get me
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| As I stand alone |