Oh my God, I'm such a terrible mess.
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I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never have guessed,
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that I'm a sucker for their gossip, man I take it too far.
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I bottle up my Hollywood, and watch them name their kids after cars.
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I'm finding me out,
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I'm having my doubts,
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I'm losing the best of me.
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We're all part of the same, sick little games,
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And I need a get-away (get away)
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I'm wasting my days, I throw them away,
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Losing it all on these sick little games.
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Fell in love, she was the friend of a sister,
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of somebody famous - at least for a day.
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Expensive habits and a taste for the town,
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had me chasing down red carpets, and watching all my friends slip away,
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They're finding me out,
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I'm having my doubts,
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I'm losing the best of me.
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Dressed up as myself, to live in the shadow, of who I'm supposed to be.
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We're all part of the same, sick little games,
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And I need a get-away (get away)
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I'm wasting my days, I throw them away,
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Losing it all on these sick little games.
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If I play my cards right I can make the big time,
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I could be a reason to stare.
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Caught up in the spotlight, shaking from the stage fright,
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How did I end up here?
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We're all part of the same, sick little games,
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And I need a get-away (get away)
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We're all part of the same, sick little games,
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And I need a get-away (get away)
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I'm wasting my days, I throw them away,
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Losing it all on these sick little games.
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We're all part of the same, sick little games,
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And I need a get-away (get away)
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Sick Little Games
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All Time Low |