| Headache
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| The girl she says she’s got a headache
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| What she needs is just a handshake
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| Squeezing out all of the bad excuses she can make
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| Mornings
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| There will be some ugly mornings
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| But at least I’ll know what love means
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| Love that lets me be as human as can be
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| I don’t have to fake it
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| I don’t have to lead you on
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| I’m as real as they come
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| And I don’t see how some women put you on
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| Fakers
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| With your lipo and your lipstick
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| You make it easy for a real chick
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| To see the horror pouring out from your ruby lips
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| Perfect
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| I thank god that I’m not perfect
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| I happen to like all my defects
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| But my TV don’t agree, and I don’t give a shit
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| I won’t have to fake it
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| I won’t have to put you on
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| I’m as real as they come
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| And I don’t see how some women lead you on
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| I won’t have to fake it
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| I won’t have to put you on
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| And I don’t like the way that I’m put on display
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| For your sorry eyes sorry eyes
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| Here comes the real one
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| Here comes the real one
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| Here comes the real one
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| Here comes the…
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| Here comes the…
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| I don’t have to fake it
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| I don’t have to put you on
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| I’m as real as they come
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| And I don’t see how some women lead you on
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| I don’t have to fake it
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| I won’t have to lead you on
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| And I don’t understand why would a man
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| Want a circus clown |