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The Script - Make Up
Blood
print
stains
on
the
floor
of
a
powdered
room
Cracks
in
the
mirror
starting
to
show
too
soon
Mascara
line
streaming
down
her
face
Her
cocaine
lipstick
smile
is
such
a
waste
On
the
floor,
she's
almost
dead
She
remembers
the
words
that
her
father
once
said
No,
you
don't
need
make
up
to
cover
your
face,
love
You're
beautiful
now,
within
and
without
Be
good
to
yourself,
you're
doing
me
proud
No,
you
don't
need
make
up
to
cover
your
scars
up
You're
beautiful
now,
within
and
without
And
never
forget,
you're
doing
me
proud
She's
locked
up
in
a
prison
made
up
of
thoughts
She
puts
no
worth
on
anything
she's
got
'Cause
no
one
believes
that
she
was
born
this
way
And
Heaven
knows
that
God
don't
make
mistakes,
no
On
the
floor,
he's
almost
dead
He
remembers
the
words
that
his
father
once
said
No,
you
don't
need
make
up
to
cover
your
face,
love
You're
beautiful
now,
within
and
without
Be
good
to
yourself,
you're
doing
me
proud
No,
you
don't
need
make
up
to
cover
your
scars
up
You're
beautiful
now,
within
and
without
And
never
forget,
you're
doing
me
proud
He's
beating
himself
up
before
he's
even
leaving
the
house
He's
driving
himself
nuts,
in
case
we're
finding
him
out
Yeah,
he
knows
what
society
thinks
When
they
see
this
man
dressing
so
pretty
in
pink
He's
always
loved
to
play
dress
up
But
daddy's
got
something
to
say
"You're
not
a
screw
up,
boy,
no
more
hiding
away"
But
she's
a
queen
in
the
skin
of
a
king
Never
happy
who
she
is,
that's
the
saddest
fucking
thing,
yeah
No,
you
don't
need
make
up
to
cover
your
face,
love
You're
beautiful
now,
within
and
without
Be
good
to
yourself,
you're
doing
me
proud
No,
you
don't
need
make
up
to
cover
your
scars
up
You're
beautiful
now,
within
and
without
And
never
forget,
you're
doing
me
proud
Go
and
find
someone
who
smears
your
lipstick
And
keeps
your
mascara
dry
If
somebody's
got
you
crying
Make
sure
that
they're
tears
of
joy
No,
you
don't
need
make
up
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