In my head there's supermodels
Four am and empty bottles
Hands are stained with old regrets
I cut the seams
To sow the dress
It's hard to stop
And hard to start
Like two flat tires on one shit car
And no one sees you getting far
Like pipe dreams on the boulevard
Because the lies I see in dreams
All come from magazines
Take my money
Kill the lights
Close the curtains
Ground my highs
I won't let
No, I won't let
I won't let the sun set on me
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on me
Set on
Set on
The 80s on TV seem real
Rock-and-roll and sex appeal
Test my luck spin the wheel
Close my eyes and click my heels
Because the lies I see in dreams
All come from magazines
Take my money
Kill the lights
Close the curtains
Ground my highs
I won't let
No, I won't let
I won't let the sun set on me
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on me
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on me
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on me
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on me
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on me
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on me
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on me
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on me
Set on
Set on
Set on
Set on me
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