| Practice kissing on the wall
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| Doll shoe in my vagina
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| I always faked it till it felt okay
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| I was often aroused
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| Till I was forced to be something else
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| Awful posture whispers stammering
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| Now I take semi-nude self-portraits
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| I’m a satanist with a god complex
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| I fake it till I feel okay
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| Let me show you
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| I never wanna, I never wanna
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| Fake it till I feel okay
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| Let me show you
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| I never wanna, I never wanna
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| Fake it till I feel okay
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| Let me show you
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| I do it anyway
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| Friends dictate my identity
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| I would like to know what they see
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| I’m older, still bang my own head in
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| Sometimes I think I could have it all
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| Just wish I wanted some
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| No cold shoulders
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| No repetitions
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| I really wanna fuck, kill, and marry
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| You, me and Mary
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| We could take semi-nude self-portraits
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| Be satanists with god complexes
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| And fake it till we feel okay
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| Let me show you
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| We never wanna, We never wanna
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| Fake it till we feel okay
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| Let me show you
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| We never wanna, I never wanna
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| Fake it till we feel okay
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| Let me show you
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| We do it anyway |