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