He said I'll never be the face on a magazine
I
She grew thin, and uncommunicative
She's slipping in
Running water seemed to
Galveston, oh Galveston
I still hear your sea-winds blowing
I still see
Another friday night alone in the basement
Another TV movie I
I woke up to howling sunlight
Prayed for the morning silence
I've not been getting enough sleep now
I'm failing to appear
I've
I was comatose
I was drinking it in tomorrow
I was stealing
Let me make a fashion statement
I don't like that shirt
Choose between the sunburn and the blues
Scrape the suncream from
Real life
Real lies
Real photos
They're in black and white
Real love
Real life
L
Tonight I'm melancholy but I'm meant to be
I slipped into
If I learned to sing I would in a telephone
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