Sick Little Games lyrics

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Oh my god, I'm such a terrible mess
I'm turned on by the tabloids
You would never have guessed
That I'm a sucker for the gossip, man I take it too far
I bottle up my hollywood
And watch them name their kids after cars

I'm finding me out
I'm having my doubts
I'm losing the best of me

We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need to get away, get away
I'm wasting the days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick, little games

I fell in love
She was the friend of the sister
Of somebody famous, at least for a day

Expensive habbits and a taste for the town
Had me chasing down red carpets
And watching all my friends slip away

They're finding me out
I'm having my doubts
I'm losing the best of me
Dressed up as myself
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To live in the shadow of who I'm supposed to be

We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need to get away, get away
I'm wasting the days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick, little games

If I play my cards right
I could make the big time
I could be a reason to stare

Caught up in the spotlight
Shaking from the stage fright
How did I end up here?

We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need to get away, get away, get away

We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need to get away, get away
I'm wasting the days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick, little games

We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need to get away, get away, get away



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Writer(s): Alexander William Gaskarth, Jack Bassam Barakat, Zachary Steven Merrick, Robert Ryan Dawson, Butch Walker
Copyright: Songs Of Universal Inc., I Eat Publishing For Breakfast, All Time Low Music, Emi April Music Inc.
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