Ain't the pictures enough,why do wewe go through so much
To get the story wewe need,so wewe can bury me
You've got the people confused,you tell the stories wewe choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am
You keep on stalking me,invading my privacy
won't wewe just let me be
'cause wewe 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 wewe still wonder why,one of my friend have to die
To get the message across,that yet wewe haven't heard
My friend was chased and confused.like...
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