SHINY MAGAZINE

I saw your face in a pretty magazine You don't even know Where you are or what you've seen Why do you lie do you need to fill us with fear What on earth you do ah we used to look up to you Oh my god I know too well Being sweet just doesn't sell If you've got better things to do I try to run but my legs ache Photographs that I refuse to take Oh will it never end We are alone departed from our bones What's it worth to you ah we used to look up to you Oh my god I know too well Being sweet just doesn't sell If you've got better things to do Am I hiding again Am I hiding again Tell me how to live my life Oh oh oh oh And the sun is shining down And the sun is shining down Oh my god I know too well Being sweet just never sells If you've got better things to do Am I hiding again Am I hiding again Tell me how to live my life Oh oh oh oh And the sun is shining down yeah And the sun is shining down