| Dressin' up like an optimist
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| Showin' my skin, it’s obvious
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| If I was smaller, it wouldn’t bother them
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| Countin' my flaws like calories
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| I know it isn’t good for me
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| Will I feel better with a new measurement?
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| If I can’t have the chemicals
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| I need something to control
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| 'Round and 'round and 'round we go
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| In the funhouse, I can never tell what’s real
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| Break the mirrors, now I’m lookin' how I feel
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| Asking what questions, I’m in the background
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| Wondering when they’ll notice me
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| In the funhouse, ahh
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| Must be in my head or something
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| I don’t even it see coming
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| Do you know you look so pretty?
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| I already see what they say
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| I know that I’m preachin' to the choir
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| But I just wish that they’d be fucking quiet
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| If I can’t have the chemicals
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| Then I need something to control
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| 'Round and 'round and 'round we go
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| In the funhouse, I can never tell what’s real
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| Break the mirrors, now I’m lookin' how I feel
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| Asking what questions, I’m in the background
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| Wondering when they’ll notice me
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| , I’ll keep the lights on
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| I’m so afraid of what to feel
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| What I see isn’t me, it’s distorted (It's distorted)
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| Through the glass, looking back, I’m performing (I'm performing)
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| What I see isn’t me, it’s distorted (It's distorted)
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| What I see isn’t me, isn’t me
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| In the funhouse, I can never tell what’s real
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| Break the mirrors, now I’m lookin' how I feel
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| Asking what questions, I’m in the background
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| Wondering when they’ll notice me
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| , I’ll keep the lights on
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| I’m so afraid of what to feel
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| In the funhouse |