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said, "you're a pretty girl"
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
Brush hair, fix your teeth
What you wear is all that matters
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
This I'm gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down, down
hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, hurts
hurts
We shine the on whatever's worst
You're fix something
But you can't fix you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
Blonder hair, flat chest
TV says, "bigger is better"
South beach, sugar free
says, "thinner is better"
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
This time I'm gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
We shine the on whatever's worst
Perfection is a of a nation
hurts, pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
hurts (Pretty hurts)
We shine the light on whatever's worst
You're fix something
But you can't fix you can't see
It's the soul 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 needs surgery
It's my soul that surgery
Plastic and denial can only you so far
you the facade leaves 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 of a nation
Pretty hurts, 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 needs a surgery
When you're all by yourself
When you're lying in your bed
Reflection stares into you
Are you happy yourself?
away the masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you with yourself?
Yeah, yes
Ah, ah
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
Brush hair, fix your teeth
What you wear is all that matters
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
This I'm gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down, down
hurts
We shine the light on whatever's worst
Perfection is a disease of a nation
Pretty hurts, hurts
hurts
We shine the on whatever's worst
You're fix something
But you can't fix you can't see
It's the soul that needs a surgery
Blonder hair, flat chest
TV says, "bigger is better"
South beach, sugar free
says, "thinner is better"
Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
This time I'm gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down, down
Pretty hurts
We shine the on whatever's worst
Perfection is a of a nation
hurts, pretty hurts (Pretty hurts)
hurts (Pretty hurts)
We shine the light on whatever's worst
You're fix something
But you can't fix you can't see
It's the soul 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 needs surgery
It's my soul that surgery
Plastic and denial can only you so far
you the facade leaves 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 of a nation
Pretty hurts, 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 needs a surgery
When you're all by yourself
When you're lying in your bed
Reflection stares into you
Are you happy yourself?
away the masquerade
The illusion has been shed
Are you happy with yourself?
Are you with yourself?
Yeah, yes
Ah, ah
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