I finally see the light
Down on the east side
Wasted like a memory
If I had a car I`d drive
Straight off the bridge into the river, it would empty me
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it`s true
I used to be sad
Now I`m just bored with you
You`re doomed to repeat the past
`Cause nothing is gonna last
I burned all of your photographs
Traffic sings the songs
Inviting me in to dodge the bullets from an empty gun
If I had a car I`d drive straight into the window of a bank I owed money to
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it`s true
I used to be sad
Now I`m just bored with you
You`re doomed to repeat the past
`Cause nothing is gonna last
I burned all of your photographs
And all the time you`re so unhappy
And everything to you`s so heavy
But oh my word, ain`t you pretty now
There`s nothing to make up now
No one to wake up now
She`s starting to break up
WOW
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it`s true
I used to be sad
Now I`m just bored with you
You`re doomed to repeat the past
`Cause nothing is gonna last
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