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she looks at the covers of magazines, |
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she's ready to believe anything, |
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if that' s what it takes, |
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no matter when it breaks. |
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the scale says there's weight to lose, |
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those spots on her face are like bad news, |
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one day she'll have the time, |
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and fit the screen. |
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no matter how rank the cream. |
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let me think i'm getting better. |
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3 tons of makeup slathered on, |
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enough to cover what is wrong, |
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her wedding dress just won't fit, |
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somehow she'll get back in it. |
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no time to waste a wave is coming, |
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she's riding it in her dreams, |
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but one more pill was one too much, |
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insane addiction. |
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she said: let me think i'm getting better. |
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take pills take shit eat whatever. |
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let me think i'm going better. |
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take pills take shit eat whatever. |
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3 tons of make slathered on, |
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enough to cover what is wrong. |
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her wedding dress just won't fit, |
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somehow she'll get back in it, |
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all her dreams come true. |
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she said: let me think i'm doing better. |
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take pills take shit eat whatever. |
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let me think i'm getting better. |
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take pills take shit eat whatever. |
