Picture me
on the cover of your magazine
All the shiny happy people starring back at me
Turn the page if you really wanna look at me
The photographs that stole my soul
Are yours to see
Are yours to see
Do I feel alive
Do I feel alive
Do I feel alive
Picture me getting bent in my limousine
Living fast dying young is the only dream
Picture me on the cover of your magazine
Look at me I’m a copy written junky
When I’m gone I’ll live on for eternity
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