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Meg & Dia
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The Last Great Star In Hollywood
I've got my same old nose and no cheekbones I've got my stomach rolls, rather bare wardrobe They've got seven floors, one on the East Coast Why they grin so wide? They've got their visions, no one knows
I think I'm on the brightside Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time I hope I'm on the brightside What beauty is today is a fake from what's inside
My teeth are yellow stars, sleeping in my jaws While the lips enlarged in a constant pout They're the type of girls who hide their wedding rings If it doesn't match their clothes They've got their visions, no one knows And why we're patient, no one knows
I think I'm on the brightside Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time I hope I'm on the brightside What beauty is today, is a fake from what's inside
Learn to let go of tired skin it's just a vex to hold me in I ask for a closing statement I ask for just one ware that I can put me into
Be the most ardor man machines Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Under our masks, not what we seem We must not sleep underneath the slow and steady descend of the fools upstairs.
I think I'm on the brightside Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time I hope I'm on the brightside What beauty is today is a fake from what's inside
On the brightside Got my hair cut short I do my class report on time I hope I'm on the brightside What beauty is today is a fake from what's inside
I've got my same old nose and no cheekbones (I think I'm on the brightside) My teeth are yellow stars, sleeping in my jaws (I think I'm on the brightside) They've got seven floors, one on the East Coast (I think I'm on the brightside) They're the type of girls who hide their wedding rings (I think I'm on the brightside)
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