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𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐶𝑖𝑡𝑦
ᴍɪᴛsᴋɪ
But if I gave up on being pretty
I wouldn't know how to be alive

𝑅𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝐼𝑡
ᴀᴅᴇʟᴇ
Bless your soul, you got your head in the clouds
She made a fool out of you

𝐶𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑠
ʙʀɪᴛɴᴇʏ sᴘᴇᴀʀs
All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus
When I crack that whip everybody gon' trip just like a circus

𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑦 𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑔
ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀsᴇ
And we're falling apart, yeah, yeah
Shot straight through the heart

𝐽𝑜𝑘𝑒'𝑠 𝑂𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢
ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴏᴛᴛᴇ ʟᴀᴡʀᴇɴᴄᴇ
And now I'm laughin' through my tears
I'm cryin' through my fear

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝐴𝑚
ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴇɪʟɪsʜ
Stop, what the hell are you talking about? Ha
Get my pretty name outta your mouth

𝐵𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐾𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑠
ᴘᴏᴍᴘʟᴀᴍᴏᴏsᴇ
Honey, believe me
I'll have your heart on a platter

𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑟
ᴋᴇsʜᴀ
I'm sick and tired of hearing all about my life
From other people with all of your lies

𝑀𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑦
ᴍɪɴᴅʟᴇss sᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴄᴇ
She's a good girl
And it felt great to be a liar

𝑉𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛
sᴛᴇʟʟᴀ ᴊᴀɴɢ
We all pretend to be the heroes on the good side
But what if we're the villains on the other

𝑆𝑝𝑦?
ᴡʜᴏᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅxɪx
My my, I think we have a spy
I swing my fist you turn your face I hit the other side

𝑀𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒
sɪʀ ᴄʜʟᴏᴇ
You know just how to be cruel
When you shake your hips that way

𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑚
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
Goin' in the wind is an eddy of the truth and it's naked
It's verbatim and it's shakin'

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑒
ᴏɴᴇʀᴇᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ
Oh my, it feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die

𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴs
Oh, back when I was younger, was told by other youngsters
That my end will be torture beneath the earth

𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟
ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀʜᴏᴏᴅ
And it's too cold, it's too cold
The hands of my sweater

𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑎
ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴏ
You know I'll do anything you ask me to
But oh my God, I think I'm in love with you

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟
ᴄᴏɴᴀɴ ɢʀᴇʏ
I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater
You said it looked better on me than it did you

𝑀𝑟 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛
ʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ
I've shattered now, I'm spilling out
Upon this linoleum ground

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑊𝑒 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤
ᴋᴇᴀɴᴇ
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?

𝑇𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑇𝑖𝑒𝑑
ɢʀᴏᴜᴘʟᴏᴠᴇ
Don't leave me tongue tied
Don't wave no goodbye

𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒
ʙᴏ ʙᴜʀɴʜᴀᴍ
A bit of everything, all of the time
Apathy's a tragedy, and boredom is a crime

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑅𝑖𝑔𝑏𝑦
ᴄᴏᴅʏ ꜰʀʏ
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

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