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