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All Time Low lyrics : "Sick Little Games"

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
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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