| You sold your soul for an ounce of attention
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| Gaining the world and demanding affection
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| Will you ever be pleased with your own skin?
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| Will you ever refuse what they’re asking?
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| You can’t hide your insecurities with a pretty face
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| Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic
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| Begging face down on the floor
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| Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic
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| You sold your soul, now they want more
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| Vanity’s gun left you dead in Hollywood
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| Empty, addicted, and screaming for comfort
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| From a world devoid of compassion
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| Exchanging hopes for rejection
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| You can’t hide your insecurities with a pretty face
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| Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic
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| Begging face down on the floor
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| Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic
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| You sold your soul, now they want more |