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You sold your soul for an ounce of attention. |
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Gaining the world and demanding affection. |
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Will you ever be pleased with your own skin? |
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Will you ever refuse what they're asking? |
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You cant hide your insecurities with a pretty face. |
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Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic. |
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Begging face down on the floor. |
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Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic. |
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You sold your soul, now they want more. |
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Vanity's gun left you dead in |
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Hollywood. |
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Empty, addicted, and screaming for comfort |
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From a world devoid of compassion |
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Exchanging hopes for rejection. |
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You cant hide your insecurities with a pretty face. |
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Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic. |
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Begging face down on the floor. |
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Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic. |
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You sold your soul, now they want more. |
