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• Artiste: Hedley
• Titre: Narcissist
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The hasbeen highschool hero, He's first in line in his own mind and doesn't care bout the rest. A handsome half wit zero he'll be your friend until the end if you're the coolest and the best. He falls in love with his reflection in the glass He can't resist to staring back. He makes a case that all you've ever needed is a pretty face. But the bottom line above it is that never was is all he'll ever be. He can't resist the pillow of devotions of a narcassist. It doesn't matter anyway cuz he's a self full-filling prophecy and make believe. She's a suburban princess She's had it all since she was small and sucking on a silver spoon. Another gold card purchase This daddy's girl thinks the whole world revolves around her like the moon. Each days are filled to here where all the boys will stare She pretends she doesn't care. She makes a case that all you've ever needed is a pretty face. But the bottom line above it is that never was is all she'll ever be. She can't resist the pillow of devotions of a narcassist. It doesn't matter anyway cuz she's a self full-filling prophecy and make believe. And make believe(x3) And on the day he met her the hyper tention of their love connection almost sealed the deal. Happily ever after their better for eachother than another candidate to make a case that all you've ever needed is a pretty face. But the bottom line above is that never was is all they'll ever be. They cant resist the pillow of devotions of a narcassist. But their together anyway and showed themselves a taste of reality. We can't resist the pillow of devotions of a narcassist. it doesnt matter anyway cuz we're a self fullfilling prophecy and make believe And make believe (x4 or 5) (Thanks to C. Maurier for these lyrics)