| Body says to my brain
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| «Jesus Christ, why don’t you love me?
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| I’ve been feeling so ugly
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| Can you just be patient?»
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| Brain says to my body
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| «Baby you know that I’m sorry
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| And I swear to god I’m trying
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| I just don’t know how to change»
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| What kind of pageant is this?
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| Why the hell have I been acting like this?
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| What kind of pageant is this?
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| Why the hell have I been acting like this?
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| Body says to my brain
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| «I am going on vacation
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| And you know I love you baby
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| I’ve just gotta get away»
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| Brain says to my body
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| «Jesus Christ you are so lovely
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| And we’re all each other’s got, babe
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| I just don’t know how to change»
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| What kind of pageant is this?
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| Why the hell have I been acting like this?
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| What kind of pageant is this?
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| Why the hell have I been acting like this?
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| What kind of pageant is this?
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| Why the hell have I been acting like this?
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| What kind of pageant is this?
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| Why the hell have I been acting like this? |