Take a left at the exist please,
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He's gotta get out of this body.
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His lungs collapse on the side of his guitar,
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Regrets with nothing left so far.
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Cuz he knows when or not to play himself.
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He wears the perfect disguise
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That keeps them on their feet.
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Tryna' play Prince Charming,
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When he's dying within.
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Tells himself he gotta be real,
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Tells himself he's going to steal the scene.
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He's asking the question
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Rather he's messing around or he's serious.
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Take a right over here,
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Please and thank you.
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Cuz he's gotta get his head outta the sky.
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And a decision to lie,
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To keep him fine.
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Cuz he knows when or not to play himself.
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He wears the perfect disguise
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That keeps them on their feet.
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Tryna' play Prince Charming,
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When he's dying within.
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Tells himself he gotta be real,
|
Tells himself he's going to steal the scene.
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He's asking the question
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Rather he's messing around or he's serious.
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Time can't buy
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What we're looking for.
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It's like an island,
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Oppressed and we're poor.
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If this turns out the way
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It's supposed to go,
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It feels so right,
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When everything's so blinding in the lights.
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He wears the perfect disguise
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That keeps them on their feet.
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Tryna' play Prince Charming,
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When he's dying within.
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Tells himself he gotta be real,
|
Tells himself he's going to steal the scene.
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He's asking the question
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Rather he's messing around or he's serious. [x2]
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The Perfect Disguise
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| 5 Seconds Of Summer |
