Perfect The Veronicas

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
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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
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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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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
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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
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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