| How do you look into the mirror
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| When you’re too tired to fake a smile
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| Your misery won’t make you look thinner
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| Reality is bitter
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| It’s your hand and yours alone that has opened
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| the door to let their voices in
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| Into your head, under your skin
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| Fix your face or you will never fit in
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| Do you want me, do you want me
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| To burst your bubble now?
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| Do you want me, I will break it
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| Make it loud
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| Do you want me, do you want me
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| To break the paradigm
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| These rules were made by us
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| They break you up inside
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| Army of dolls stole your reflection
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| Army of dolls stole all your perfect imperfections
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| Just shut them out, don’t let them in
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| Into our head
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| Do you really think
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| Misery tastes so much sweeter
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| Served with a perfect smile
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| Do you want me, do you want me
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| To burst your bubble now?
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| Do you want me, I will break it
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| Make it loud
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| Do you want me, do you want me
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| To break the paradigm
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| These rules were made by us
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| They break you up inside
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| Don’t you look into the mirror
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| Army of dolls made you so bitter
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| Make-up magpul follow the leader
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| Never have seen a face much sweeter |