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