Kitchen's crazy with love
No time cleaning, the job's hard enough
For the weeknight, she's stays busy in the clouds
5am, she gets up
Sun rising up, and she's running off
Toward a life that pays the day she won't want to wake up
'Cause she's buried alive in bills neck-high
And she sits down and says it's alright
No use crying and losing time
She dreams of autographs and photographs
And no attachments to these woes of present tense
This life is dead if she wishes to
Late hours are painful
Laying awake too long, fantasies turn blue
Keeps dreaming of autographs and photographs
Because she needs to
Because she needs to
Because she needs to
Living off minimum
Working too much, it shows on her thumbs
Every time she grabs the bottle it hurts to pick up
Friends are jealous enough
Overdue call, her phone's blowing up
Lost the joy that she felt each time the phone would ring on
But she's buried alive in bills neck-high
And she sits down and says it's alright
No use crying and losing time
She dreams of autographs and photographs
And no attachments to these woes of present tense
This life is dead if she wishes to
Late hours are painful
Laying awake too long, fantasies turn blue
Keeps dreaming of autographs and photographs
Because she needs to
Because she needs to
Late hours are painful
Laying awake too long, fantasies turn blue
So keep dreaming of autographs and photographs
(Because she needs to)
(Because she needs to)
She dreams of autographs and photographs
And no attachments to these woes of present tense
This life is dead if she wishes to
Late hours are painful
Laying awake too long, fantasies turn blue
Keeps dreaming of autographs and photographs
Because she needs to
(Because she needs to)
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