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She swears to live her dream tale can |
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Lying in her bed |
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The bitter taste of champagne |
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Goes when the sky is turning red |
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She's on the field again |
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Waiting for the night train |
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She puts her fancy *******ny dress |
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For one more night of excess |
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In her conception of success |
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The make up she puts on her eyes |
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Is not hiding the fakeness |
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And the emptiness inside |
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[Chorus] |
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She pretends night after night |
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That she's the queen of the spotlights |
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She smiles, so bright |
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But she will never feel alright |
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In this loneliness fight |
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Lost in a plastic fairytale |
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And the colors of the ****tails |
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Are turning her pale as ******* |
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Trapped in her golden chain |
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She tries sometimes and fail |
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To get away from this hell |
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The lipstick she puts on her mouth |
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And the pills she has to swallow |
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To escape from truth and sorrows |
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[Chorus] |
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She pretends night after night |
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That she's the queen of the spotlights |
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She smiles, so bright |
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But she will never feel alright |
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In this loneliness fight |
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She pretends ... [ad lib] |
