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Open up your magazine and see what's inside |
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I'm sure that you will find me--this is where i hide |
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Treat me as your fantasy, escape from the day |
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Into my model existance |
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I will take you far away |
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Camera camera, take a picture of me |
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Look through your lens |
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Tell me what do you find within your view? |
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Speak to me while i'm looking at you! |
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Am i pleasant and kind |
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All in all just one perfect smile |
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Or the face of regret |
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For someone that you've never met? |
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A schizophrenic, photogenic model of time |
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A picture of health a real gold mine |
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Lovely to look at and lovely to hold |
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A spirit that's broken and a heart that's ice cold |
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Trying hard to be so pretty since i don't know when? |
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All my time at work and play spent in this eight by ten |
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An epitaph of dedication, that's what they said |
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You know she nearly made it, but she had a child instead |
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(instrumental to end) |
