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said, "you're a pretty girl"
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
Brush your hair, fix your teeth
What you wear is all that matters
Just stage
Pageant the pain away
This I'm gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is a of a nation
Pretty hurts, hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the on whatever's worst
You're tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
Blonder hair, flat chest
TV says, "bigger is better"
South beach, free
says, "thinner is better"
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
time I'm gonna take the crown
falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
We the on whatever's worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty (Pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
We shine the on whatever's worst
You're tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
Ain't got no doctor, or pill that can take the pain away
The pain's inside, and nobody frees you from body
It's the soul, it's the soul that surgery
It's my soul surgery
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
Then you the facade you in the dark
You left with mirrors
And the shards of a past
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
We shine the light on whatever's worst (Pretty hurts)
is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
Pretty (Pretty hurts)
We shine the light on whatever's worst
You're tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see (Pretty hurts)
It's the soul that needs a surgery
When you're alone all by yourself
When you're lying in your bed
into you
Are you with yourself?
Stripped away the masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?
Yeah, yes
Ah, ah
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
Brush your hair, fix your teeth
What you wear is all that matters
Just stage
Pageant the pain away
This I'm gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is a of a nation
Pretty hurts, hurts
Pretty hurts
We shine the on whatever's worst
You're tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
Blonder hair, flat chest
TV says, "bigger is better"
South beach, free
says, "thinner is better"
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
time I'm gonna take the crown
falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
We the on whatever's worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty (Pretty hurts)
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
We shine the on whatever's worst
You're tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
Ain't got no doctor, or pill that can take the pain away
The pain's inside, and nobody frees you from body
It's the soul, it's the soul that surgery
It's my soul surgery
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
Then you the facade you in the dark
You left with mirrors
And the shards of a past
Pretty hurts (Pretty hurts, pretty hurts)
We shine the light on whatever's worst (Pretty hurts)
is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
Pretty (Pretty hurts)
We shine the light on whatever's worst
You're tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see (Pretty hurts)
It's the soul that needs a surgery
When you're alone all by yourself
When you're lying in your bed
into you
Are you with yourself?
Stripped away the masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you with yourself?
Are you happy with yourself?
Yeah, yes
Ah, ah
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