Baby, don't believe it
Baby, don't believe it, oh, it's in
I can't believe you need me
I never thought I would
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Vera's face burnt as a memory of
It is the passion flowing right on through your veins
And
Fresh off the boat
Fresh off the boat
Fresh off the boat
I
The man wrinkles his face
But it's already worn
The coffee is
You say, "You're identical tonight"
But you're identical to some
Who wants
Picture perfect
A life that you saw in a magazine or
Paint my face in your magazines
Make it look whiter than
Hot motel
Stuffy inside
I know well
These eleven walls
Hot black tar
I tan
Oh, I once had something, something that was so good
Better
All I know is everything is not as it's sold
But
What they say, what they say, what they say
What they
Honestly, what will become of me?
I don't like reality
It's way
You're standing at the door, I'm falling to the floor
You
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