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