| I got so much feeling
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| Bubbling inside
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| And you seem surprised
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| I see your perfect smiles
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| Perfect lie
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| But all you do is eye
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| Comparing lots of pictures
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| Of glorified depictions
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| Your full-time job of dress up doll
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| Want the pages, not the cover
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| Know your soul’s not made of rubber
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| Show me you, not who you wish you were
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| (Who you wish you were, ooh)
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| I want you, not who you pretend to be
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| You feel too, I know it’s not just me
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| Lose the filter, let yourself free
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| Please just show me you
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| All the human is their supply
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| You won’t look it in the eyes
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| No
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| Our hearts are weapons
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| There is barely end
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| So you drop (?) disguise
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| Competing with the photos
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| Infects us, infects you know
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| Playing the (?) that’s gonna eat you up
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| Want the pages, not the cover
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| Know your soul’s not made of rubber
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| Show me you, not who you wish you were
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| (Who you wish you were, ooh)
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| I want you, not who you pretend to be
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| You feel too, I know it’s not just me
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| Lose the filter, let yourself free
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| Please just show me you
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| I thought that I was starting
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| To lose my mind
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| Am I the only one with
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| Feelings undefined?
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| Why is envy your only (?)
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| His empathy?
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| Ridiculous
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| Want the pages, not the cover
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| Know your soul’s not made of rubber
|
| Show me you, not who you wish you were
|
| (Who you wish you were, ooh)
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| I want you, not who you pretend to be
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| You feel too, I know it’s not just me
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| Lose the filter, let yourself free
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| Please just show me you |