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 Oh  God, I'm such a terrible mess.
 I'm turned on by the  you would never have guessed,
 that I'm  sucker for their gossip, man I take it too far.
 I  up my Hollywood, and watch them name their kids after cars.
 
  finding me out,
  having my doubts,
 I'm losing the best of 
 
  all part of the same, sick little games,
 And I  a get-away (get away)
  wasting my days, I throw them away,
 Losing  all on these sick little games.
 
 Fell in love, she was the  of a sister,
 of somebody  - at least for a day.
  habits and a taste for the town,
 had me chasing down red carpets, and  all my friends slip away,
 
 They're  me out,
 I'm  my doubts,
  losing the best of me.
 Dressed up as myself, to live in the shadow, of who I'm supposed  be.
 
 We're all part  the same, sick little games,
 And  need a get-away (get away)
 I'm  my days, I throw them away,
 Losing it all on these sick little 
 
 If I  my cards right I can make the big time,
  could be a reason to stare.
 Caught up in the spotlight,  from the stage fright,
  did I end up here?
 
 We're all part of  same, sick little games,
 And I  a get-away (get away)
 
 We're all part of  same, sick little games,
 And I need a get-away  away)
 I'm wasting my days, I  them away,
 Losing it  on these sick little games.
 
 We're all part of the same, sick little 
 And I need a get-away (get