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