She’s got that soft lens focus That million-dollar air Coke bottle curves And Hollywood flare She’s got that tight bun Strong arms and thick legs She’s got that fighter’s stance That pumped-up trance She’s got that thick sweater Bundled up with a book Cold hands and bedhead She’s got a million ships And kissable lips She’s got none of that She’s got something else Something grand, something her But whatever you’ve got, you’ve got glamour And ladies, can’t you hear them clamor?
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There's a picture of me That I keep in my wallet
It's a reminder of innocence
And all the things that I've lost
It's a picture of hope
A picture of the day
When I traded my dreams for practicality
It's a picture of youth
It's a picture before I grew too old too fast
It's a picture before I became jaded and worn
A picture before I became lost
A picture of me in love
A picture before reality came crashing in
A picture before I knew what bad days looked like
A picture before I knew real heartache
A picture before I knew betrayal
The last picture before I died
Because she isn't me anymore
And I miss her
And this is my love letter to myself
To say that I'm sorry
To say that I will raise a glass to her memory
And that I believe in life after death
Sink into silence
Let it overcome you
Sink into silence
Let it overwhelm you
Fall deeper into it
Let it be all around you
Block out the thoughts
The noise of existence
Close your eyes and listen
Shhh Shhh
Do you hear it?
The muse's voice it calls for you
Calls for you
Between the loud trumpets
The loud sounds
Close your eyes
Let it become you
Let it overwhelm you
Let it become
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