"Ain't the pictures enough, why do you go through so much To get the story you need, so you can bury me You've got the people confused, you tell the stories you choose You try to get me to lose the man I really am. You keep stalking me, invading my privacy Won't you 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 told."
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