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Fake deals in the supermarket
TVs selling what you can't get
She laughs, "Nowhere is as pretty as this"

Gray cars crawling in the slow lane
Lost stars waiting for the DART train
She smiles, turns and blows the city a kiss

So, here we are
We've got another chance for life
It's what you want
I can see it in your eyes
You see so clear
It's coming into light
Go on be wrong
Cause tomorrow you'll be right

Who the hell are you to tell me what to do
You wear a dress and tell me not to wear brown shoes
You think youre man enough

To wash the make up off my face right now
Well dont you know the bigger that they are
The harder that they fall
And the boots on the other foot now

You just can't stand the way that I walk out from the wreckage
cant understand the way that I turn myself around
I try to terminate this war, with you
but you wont let it go you keep coming back for more
Freedom
Im taking it back
Im outta here, no turning back
in a baby blue cadillac

Sometimes i pull myself apart
I shift my shape the way i change my colours
Guess im a human work of art
A never ending video-o-o

Truth gets distorted by the facts
Pieces in danger and the trust gets broken
Love always comes under attack

She's standing on the corner
like an angel in disguise
when I look a little closer
she's got dangerous eyes
she tells me shes a model
with an international reputation
sliding in a bottle
for some stipulation

She's standing on the corner
Like an angel in disguise
And as I look a little closer
She's got dangerous eyes
She tells me she's a model
Of international reputation
She's lightning in a bottle
But there's a stipulation

You were staring at your bedroom wall
With only thoughts inside you
Somewhere out where the wind was callin

I was on my way to find you
I was on my way to find you
And you were racing like a canonball
And roller skates and sky blue

It's two o'clock on the edge of the morning
She's running magical circles around my head
I hitch a ride on a dream she's driving
She turns to kiss me, I crash back into bed
Across the street on a grayed out Monday
I see the girl with the eyes I can't describe
And suddenly it's a perfect Sunday
And everything is more real than life