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Angle of the mirror so carefully aligned, |
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wardrobe full of tricks and illusions, |
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immaculate responses that never give an inch away, |
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'cause when they're checking you out, |
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it's not easy to keep the demons at bay. |
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Superficial world we're living in. |
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See the catalogue models, |
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trying to live out magazine dreams, |
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sometimes you want to be just like them. |
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Things should not be as hard as they seem. |
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Immaculate responses that never slip to show, |
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that you're feeling alone, |
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'cause when they're checking you out, |
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there's terror of facades breaking down. |
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Superficial world we're living in. |
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But I know that you can see, |
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the superficiality. |
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I know that you can see, |
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the person you never want to be. |
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Superficial world we're living in. |
