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