she looks at the covers of magazines,
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she's ready to believe anything,
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if that' s what it takes,
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no matter when it breaks.
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the scale says there's weight to lose,
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those spots on her face are like bad news,
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one day she'll have the time,
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and fit the screen.
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no matter how rank the cream.
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let me think i'm getting better.
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3 tons of makeup slathered on,
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enough to cover what is wrong,
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her wedding dress just won't fit,
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somehow she'll get back in it.
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no time to waste a wave is coming,
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she's riding it in her dreams,
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but one more pill was one too much,
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insane addiction.
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she said: let me think i'm getting better.
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take pills take shit eat whatever.
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let me think i'm going better.
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take pills take shit eat whatever.
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3 tons of make slathered on,
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enough to cover what is wrong.
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her wedding dress just won't fit,
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somehow she'll get back in it,
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all her dreams come true.
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she said: let me think i'm doing better.
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take pills take shit eat whatever.
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let me think i'm getting better.
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take pills take shit eat whatever.
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She Said
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| Burning Heads |
