Texty: Jet. Shiny Magazine.

I saw your face In a pretty magazine You don't even know What you are and what you've seen Why do you lie? Do you need to fill us fear? What's it to you? Oh we used to look up to you Oh my god I know too well Being sweet just doesn't sell And I've got better things to do I try to run but my legs ache The photographs that I refuse to take Oh will it never end We are alone From the city to our bones /departed from our bones/ What's that worth to you? Oh we used to look up to you Oh my god I know too well Being sweet just doesn't sell And I've got better things to do Am I hiding again? Am I hiding again? Tell me how to live my life Ooh ooh ooh Well the sun is shining down [Solo] Oh my god I know too well Being sweet just doesn't sell And I've got better things to do Am I hiding again? Am I hiding again? Tell me how to live my life Ooh ooh ooh Well the sun is shining down The sun it's shining down