| Take off my shirt, loosen the buttons
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| And undo my skirt stare at myslef in the mirror
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| Pick me apart, piece by piece
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| Sorrow of decrease pressure release
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| I couldn’t work did more then called him
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| I’m more then dessert when it was over
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| Why did I wind up hurt? |
| yes
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| But it taught me before a decision
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| Ask this question first
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| Who am I living for?
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| Is this my limit?
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| Can’t I endore some more?
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| Just like you did, question existing
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| Who am I living for?
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| Is this my limit?
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| Can’t I endore some more?
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| Just like you did, question existing
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| Take off my clothes
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| Show him that under here
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| I’m just like you
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| Do that mistakes that
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| Make make me a fool
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| Or a human with flaws
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| Admit that I’m lost
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| Around of applause
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| Take the abuse
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| Sometime it feels like
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| That they want me to lose
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| It’s entertainment it’s
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| Bad and it’s juice (noo)
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| But the question
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| Existing wether win or lose
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| Who am I living for?
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| Is this my limit?
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| Can’t I endore some more?
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| Just like you did, question existing
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| Who am I living for?
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| Is this my limit?
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| Can’t I endore some more?
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| Just like you did, question existing
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| Dear diary, entertaining is something I do for a living
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| This is not who I am I like to think that
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| I’m normal: I laugh, I get mad, I hurt, it sucks sometime
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| But when you’re in the spot light, everything seems good
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| Sometimes I feel like I have it worse 'cause
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| I always have to keep my gaurd up
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| I don’t know who to trust
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| I don’t know who wants to date me for who I am
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| Or who wants to be my friend for who I really am
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| GL5. |
| RU
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| Who am I living for?
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| Is this my limit?
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| Can’t I endore some more?
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| Just like you did, question existing
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| Who am I living for?
|
| Is this my limit?
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| Can’t I endore some more?
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| Just like you did, question existing |