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Don't ask me why I'm so weird
Explain why I'm strange
Because I'm just for my wake
On my fashion's derange
I'm okay with me being crazy,
Call me a psycho
If the blue fits, where the baby?
If you don't like me I'll fucking go
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Look at all our pretty faces
Out of our minds,
So young and wasted
Look at all our pretty faces
So young and dumb,
Wannabe famous
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If dying wasn't odd I'd be a fucking masterpiece
A white face chemish
A shell shocked out lady
Freedom of depression, baby
Never seen outta leather
I'll black everything no matter the weather
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Look at all our pretty faces
Out of our minds,
So young and wasted
Look at all our pretty faces
So young and dumb,
Wannabe famous
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Welcome to your funeral
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Welcome to your funeral
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Drop dead gorgeous, so fucking hate it
Not God's gift but Hell's creation
Drop dead gorgeous, so fucking hate it
Not God's gift but Hell's creation
Look at all our pretty faces
Out of our minds,
So young and wasted
Look at all our pretty faces
So young and dumb,
Wannabe famous
Look at all our pretty faces
Out of our minds,
So young and wasted
Look at all our pretty faces
So young and dumb,
Wannabe famous

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