Ain't the pictures enough, why do toi go through so much
To get the story toi need, so toi can bury me
You've got the people confused, toi tell the stories toi choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am
You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy
Won't toi 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 toi still wonder why, one of my Friends had to die
To get a message across, that yet toi haven't heard
My friend...
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