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Love Is Dead 7" |
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Love Is Dead 7" |
Love Is Dead Nothing ever goes right nothing really flows in my life No one really cares if no one ever shares my bed People push by with fear in their eyes in my life Love is dead, love is dead The telephone rings but no one ever thinks to speak to me The traffic speeds by but no one's ever stopped here yet Intelligent friends don't care in the end believe me Love is dead, love is dead And plastic people wear imaginary smiles Exchanging secrets at the back of their minds Plastic people, plastic people Nothing ever goes right nothing really flows in my life No one really cares if there's horrors inside my head People push by with fear in their eyes in my life Love is dead, love is dead Love is dead, love is dead Love is dead, love is dead Love is dead, love is dead Love is dead, love is dead And all the lies that you've given us And all the things that you said And all the lies that you've given us Blow like wind in my head Elegant My elegant girl slept on designer sheets Her sugar free words swayed to a hightech beat With crazy stories of hatred and hurt People's feelings were crushed in the dirt My elegant girl she drifts out with the leaves Gave no interviews in her tennis shoes Well there's no excuse for infamy From their college towns To the overground People hung on every word she breathed My elegant girl moved with the hippest crowds Whose colorful words were bright but never loud Gave no interviews, in her mohair suits Well there's no excuse for infamy From their college towns To their roundabouts People hung on every word they breathed When they're money's gone What's gonna keep you warm Can't find anyone to take its place When you ain't got anything Except your aspirin Just remember who you stepped on when You were an elegant girl Who cried expensive tears But now your sugar free words Are fading with the years
