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I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines Some tortured genius went to leave the planet too soon Livin' on champagne in the back of limousines Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies Tradin' where I'm at for some future destination Workin' for attention I'll eventually resent Tyrin' to ignore some of the darker implications Of smilin' for the camera with my hands in wet cement Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies There's someone in my reflection that's been hauntin' me my whole life There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear And I wonder to myself as I am straightenin' my bowtie How could I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror? Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies Hopin' that it dies Hopin' that it dies Hopin' that it dies From Letras Mania