» Pretty Girl
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Got my head in the sand and every grain I see points to a pretty girl talking to a magazine. She's a picture of bliss but she hides behind her makeup, the girl that you see doesn't really exist. And she may seem faraway but she's never morre than a day from a page of 'The Sun' and she'll say that she hates the way her life has been changed, but she'll never complain about the riches she has gained as a result of the persona that she became - tho she'll insist she's still the same. Got out the sand, looking out across the beach full of pretty girls that could be in magazines. They seem so carefree, in touch with reality but I'll just keep dreaming in my permanent sleep. It may seem funny, those out of reach are the ones that we feel the closest to. |