| I won’t look in your eyes, beauty like the stars,
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| shining so glad like a mirror of truth, but I avert
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| my eyes, it pounds in my chest, you’re a beauty
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| but ugly like the rest! |
| You are ugly like the rest!
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| You have to suffer, to be pretty, watch my working
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| if you dare, lay down in my arms.
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| Scream! |
| No one will upset my dreams!
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| Perfection is so nice to play with…
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| Everybody stares your face, breathless again
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| think you are perfect, an angel without wings
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| but I avert my eyes, it pounds in my chest, you’re a
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| beauty but ugly like the rest! |
| You’re ugly like the rest!
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| You have to suffer, to be pretty, watch my working
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| if you dare, lay down in my arms.
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| Scream! |
| No one will upset my dreams!
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| Perfection is so nice to play with…
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| It stares at me in the mirror, it’s disgusting to
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| live in this way, the scissors in my hand,
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| I’ll bring them close to my face and cut out the
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| truth of my eyes to open up the view of your
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| pitiable sight, everything turns black but for the
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| first time I could see your face, and how gorgeous you are…
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| My fast paced breath drowns out your screams, plays
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| with your hair and bursts my chest. |
| I feel the blood
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| flow down my hands, warm and gently, that’s not
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| what I want! |