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sick little games

Oh my God, I'm such a terrible mess I'm turned on by the tabloids You would never have guessed That I'm a sucker for their gossip Man, I take it too far I bottle up my Hollywood And watch 'em name their kids after cars

I'm finding me out I'm having my doubts I'm losing the best of me

We're all part of the same Sick little games And I need to get away, get away I'm wasting the days I throw them away Losing it all on these sick little games

I fell in love She was the friend of a sister Of somebody famous At least for a day Expensive habits and a taste for the town Had me chasin down red carpets And watching all my friends slip away

They're finding me out I'm having my doubts I'm losing the best of me Dressed up as myself To live in the shadow Of who I'm supposed to be

We're all part of the same Sick little games And I need to get away, get away I'm wasting the days I throw them away Losing it all on these sick little games

If I play my cards right I could make the big time I could be a reason to stare Caught up in the spot light Shaking from the stage fright How did I end up here?

All part of the same Sick little games And I need to get away, get away We're all part of the same Sick little games And I need to get away, get away I'm wasting my days I throw them away Losing it all on these sick little games I'm wasting the days I throw them away Losing it all on these sick little games We're all part of the same sick little games And I need a get away, get away