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I´m no barbie doll
I´m not your baby girl
so I´ve done ugly things and I have made mistakes
and I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they´re to be believed
so what if I´m no baby bird hanging upon your every word?
nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud

you´re not some baby boy
why you acting so surprised
you´re sick of all the rules
well I´m sick of all your lies
now I´ve held back a wealth of shit I think I´m gonna choke
I´m standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat
does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don´t feel good?
that nothing ever came from nothing man
oh man ain´t that the truth

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