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Say you see through the folly
But you do it for the fame
And I'm fighting the jetstream
Drinking cheap wine on airplanes
You're in L.A. not Chicago
Key under mat
I walk the dog, order in
Home alone
Found your letter on a full-moon Sunday night
Some other girl in your spell, casting plans for her life
Pour the vodka and it dulls sharp lies
Breathe the words of diamonds on rings
And you didn't mean to do it
So I don't have to believe it
If you didn't really mean it
Magical thinking gets us by
Sing for the aftershow
Those candy-colored lips
Your age is showing and you've gotta harder for it
It's always easier with freshmen
I'm not as clever, it should bring you to life
And you didn't mean to do it
So I don't have to believe it
If you didn't really mean it
Magical thinking gets us by
My fairweather friend
Fairweather friend
Live for the folly, but you did it for the fame
Now you're fragile as porcelain
Drinking cheap wine on airplanes
Did I ever leave Chicago?
I got your message
Glad you're doing well
And you didn't mean to do it
So I don't have to believe it
If we didn't really mean it
Magical thinking gets us by
Gets us by
Gets us by
Say you see through the folly
But you did it for the fame
Say you see through the folly
But you did it for the fame
Say you see through the folly
But you did it for the fame
Say you see through the folly
But you did it for the fame
My fairweather friend
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Všechny texty od: Carlton, Vanessa
