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26 December 2009 @ 07:28 pm
gimme that guitar, i'll play my own song.
listen when i play-all the notes will be wrong.
i want to be beautiful to someone
to stop flipping through Vogue and think that they've won.

soft acoustic, loud strumming
no one's really that strong
how can i sing when i've only got one lung.
big dreams, will you let me?
tell me then when will i be free?

garden gnomes and plastic flamingos.
tired of suburbia want to go somewhere only we know.
speak to me, speak to me, but in my language.
it's okay if you can't cause not many people can.
you'll still have the spotlight still get the wage.