| You try to get away from
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| Away from prying eyes
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| The ones that never stay shut
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| The ones they glamourise
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| And this corrosion is coming
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| Or is that all in your head?
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| And now you’ve misplaced your face
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| You wear another one instead
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| Because you’re only half pure, you’re only half pure
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| Where’s the pain and the glamour that you were bred for?
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| You’re only half pure, you’re only half pure
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| Where’s the pain and the glamour that you were bred for?
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| Don’t you want to turn their heads some more?
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| Don’t you want to know what you were bred for?
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| It’s the pain, the glamour, the sound when you stammer
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| In vain, your manners, you’re talking to an empty face, and
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| Don’t you want to know what you were bred for?
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| You’re only half pure, you’re only half pure
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| Where’s the pain and the glamour that you were bred for?
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| You’re only half pure, you’re only half pure
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| Where’s the pain and the glamour that you were bred for?
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| It’s the pain, the glamour, the sound when you stammer
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| In vain, your manners, you’re talking to an empty face, and
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| Don’t you want to know what you were bred for?
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| You’re only half pure, you’re only half pure
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| Where’s the pain and the glamour that you were bred for?
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| You’re only half pure, you’re only half pure
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| Where’s the pain and the glamour that you were bred for?
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| You’re only half pure, you’re only half pure
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| Where’s the pain and the glamour that you were bred for? |