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A mentira

"Made a wrong turn, once or twice 
Dug my way out, blood and fire 
Bad decisions, that's alright 
Welcome to my silly life 
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood 
Miss 'No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down 
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated 
Look, I'm still around 

Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel 
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect 
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing 
You're f*ckin' perfect to me! 

You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong 
Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead 
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it! 
Filled with so much hatred...such a tired game 
It's enough! I've done all I can think of 
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same 

Oh, pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel 
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect 
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing 
You're f*ckin' perfect to me 

The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear 
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer 
So cool in line, and we try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time 
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere 
They dont like my jeans, they don't get my hair 
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time 
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? 

Why do I do that..? 

Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby..! 
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel 
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect 
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel 
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me 
You're perfect, you're perfect! 
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing 
You're f*ckin' perfect to me..."


PINK





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