| She was to be beautiful
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| For our beauty-starved eyes
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| She’s dying, she’s dying, she’s dying
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| But we never seem to mind
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| Her cry is in her toothpick legs
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| And attention-hungry smile
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| And as it goes on, the transfer occurs
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| From magazine to child
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| But the only thing these beauty magazines leave
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| Is low self-esteem
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| The only thing they leave is a low self-esteem
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| We’re brainwashed to think that thin is pretty
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| But if beauty is love, why is she in pain?
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| I’m guilty, i’m guilty, i’m guilty
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| It’s time we placed the blame
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| Let’s also blame the media
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| And face the fact that this is insane
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| And spit in the face of their so-called beauty
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| And make a fucking change
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| (Ref.)
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| We have got to open our eyes
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| If we want to make a change
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| We have got to open our eyes
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| If we want to make a change
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| Because there are sick and starving girls
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| Throwing up after they eat
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| So they can look thin and pretty
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| For the people they meet
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| The thing that scared me the most
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| Is there are people that I hold close
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| That are dying
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| And I never even noticed |