| Pick up, your phone from off the floor
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| And turn on that smile just give a little more
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| Do you think you’re perfect?
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| You know it ain’t that easy
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| Do you think you’re worth it?
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| Face up in the screen, it hides all the broken seams
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| Float your own weight
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| You gon' be famous now
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| This place is now your grave
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| We’ll go be models now
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| Pick up those clothes from off the floor
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| And slip up, you know that face can’t leave the door
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| These nights will leave you dead, and you know
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| That these big lights, all of those eyes are all in your head
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| Do you think you’re perfect?
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| You know it ain’t that easy
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| Do you think you’re worth it?
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| Expect no sympathy, don’t think this comes for free
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| Float your own weight
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| You gon' be famous now
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| This place is now your grave
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| We’ll go be models now
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| Let’s go be models now
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| We’ll all be models
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| Let’s go be models now
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| Climb up and get our crown
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| Float your weight
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| You gon' be famous now
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| This place is now your grave
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| We’ll go be models now
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| We’ll go models
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| Let’s go be models now
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| We’ll go models now
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| So high we lost the ground |