| I’m sorry, but I’m just a girl
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| Not usually the kind to show my heart to the world
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| I’m pretty good at keepin' it together
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| I hold my composure, for worse or for better
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| So I apologize if you don’t like what you see
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| But sometimes my emotions get the best of me
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| And falling apart is as human as it gets
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| You can’t hide it, you can’t fight what the truth is
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| You can pretty lie and say it’s okay
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| You can pretty smile and just walk away
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| Pretty much fake your way through anything
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| But you can’t cry pretty
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| Oh no, you can’t dress it up in lace or rhinestones
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| It don’t matter if you’re in a crowd or home all alone
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| Yeah, it’s all the same when you’re looking in the mirror
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| A picture of pain, so let it flow like a river
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| You can pretty lie and say it’s okay
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| You can pretty smile and just walk away
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| Pretty much fake your way through anything
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| But you can’t cry pretty
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| You can’t turn off the flood when the dam breaks
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| When all your mascara is going to waste
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| When things get ugly, you just gotta face
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| That you can’t cry pretty
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| Oh no, you can’t
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| Ooh, yeah
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| You can’t turn off the flood when the dam breaks
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| When all your mascara is going to waste
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| When things get ugly, you just gotta face
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| That you can’t cry pretty
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| No, you can’t cry
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| No, you can’t cry
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, woo
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| You can’t cry
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| You can’t cry pretty, baby
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| Oh yeah, woo, woo
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| No, you can’t cry pretty, yeah |