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Can't take champagne to the grave
We all end up 6 feet under anyway
It doesn't matter who you were before
Cause no one's actually keeping score.
So why is everyone pretending that it matters
What you're spending
What you look like
What you say
When at the end of the day.
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's going outta style.
I was never like them
Sick of hitting my head on that glass ceiling
Falling in line can be fatal
I'd rather be a fucking mess than stable.
Why is everyone pretending that it matters what you're wearing
Who you talk to
Who you date
When at the end of the day.
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's going outta style.
Ohh ohh I don't need no glitter dreams
I'm okay with crooked teeth
All I need is just to feel like me
Ohh ohh I don't need no glitter dreams
I'm okay with crooked teeth
All I need is just to feel like me.
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's going outta style.
No one makes it out alive
There's no point in your pretty lies
Fuck designer, start a riot
Perfect's going outta style.
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