Ain't the pictures enough,why do Ты go through so much
To get the story Ты need,so Ты can bury me
You've got the people confused,you tell the stories Ты choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am
You keep on stalking me,invading my privacy
won't Ты just let me be
'cause Ты cameras can't control,the minds of those who know
That you'll even sell your soul just to get a story sold
I need my privacy,I need my privacy
So paparazzi,get away from me
Some of Ты still wonder why,one of my friend have to die
To get the message across,that yet Ты haven't heard
My friend was chased and confused.like...
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