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Here in this yellow room
Blocking the screaming sounds from the stage
Their silhouettes passing by in the doorway of pain
No mind
You're half-dressed and star-struck
Will they pull you out? Will they bring you back?
We both know what's coming
You aren't the first, you won't be the last
So take it all off for them
Take it all off for them
I swear they'll like it
I'm listening what they say
Feeling less and less ok
But it's the same old story
How do I fix my head?
How do I fix my head?
Living in a world where changing what you got
Makes you better
Why's that plastic surgery's just what you need
Then you'll be happy
Surrounded by mirrors
And people who stare silently, judging
Dependent on make-up and being adored
Can't be so assured
I wish that I could make you see
How do I make you see
Without it all you're lovely
I'm listening to what they say
Feeling less and less ok
But it's the same old story
How do I fix my head?
How do I fix my head?
How do I?
How do I fix my head?
How do I fix my head?
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