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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 them 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 my 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 chasing 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 my days, I throw them away Losing it all on these sick, little games
If I play my cards right I can make the big time I could be a reason to stare
Caught up in the spotlight Shaken from the stage fright How did I end up here?
We're all part of the same, sick little games And I need to get away (get away, get away...)
We're all part of the same, sick little games And I need to getaway get away I'm wasting my days, I throw them away Losing it all on these sick, little games
(All part of the same, sick little games) And I need to get away (get away, get away)