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She's got a little book She thinks it tells the truth Easy answers so simple she can't refuse It's disengenous, just like the smile on her face Somewhere here there's a mind that has been misplaced Taking the easy way always get you through the day He's got a bank account He's got a house in the hills He burns the midnight oil, he can't get off the pills He'd give it all away to get a little more He's a bright exterior, an empty core Doubt if he'll ever see They're burning him in effigy Losing yourself in the path that you've taken You are nothing if not vacant Fill yourself up just to end up more hollow Fall to your knees for the false that you follow She's got a catalog It's full of hopes and dreams It makes her hate herself, it's what she wants to be She spends more every day, she wants the fairy tale And everytime she tries, and everytime she fails She wallows in her shame No one but herself to blame From Letras Mania