| I put my hands up to my face
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| So hard for me to just embrace the lens
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| The moment’s gone and now I’m dry
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| And how the camera can reply
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| Cool babies and soft operations
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| Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup
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| Twisting numbers and public relations
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| Tell me to sit there and just shut up
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| Don’t don’t
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| Don’t take my
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| Don’t take my picture
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| Don’t don’t
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| Don’t take my picture
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| I try to give it everything
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| The games I play, the songs I sing
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| What do I do, do I provoke
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| Oh, how the camera has misspoke
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| Cool babies and soft operations
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| Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup
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| Twisting numbers and public relations
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| Tell me to sit there and just shut up
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| Don’t don’t
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| Don’t take my
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| Don’t take my picture
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| Don’t don’t
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| Don’t take my picture
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| Don’t want you to take my picture
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| Don’t want you to take my picture
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| Don’t want you to take my picture
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| Don’t want you to take my picture
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| Cool babies and soft operations
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| Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup
|
| Twisting numbers and public relations
|
| Tell me to sit there and just shut up
|
| Cool babies and soft operations
|
| Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup
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| Twisting numbers and public relations
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| Tell me to sit there and just shut up |