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Every Time I Die
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Here's Lookin' At You
Lyricist:Jordan Buckley, Keith Buckley, Michael Novack, Andrew Williams
Staring at a ghost across a table set for two This is the last call before the credits roll The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol it's so seductive Filtered through tobacco haze it's so fucking intoxicating
The way they glimmer through the grain And make dysfunction such a fashion Jimmy Stewart suicidal sex appeal The alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic Stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline
Making James Dean speeches to an empty room Audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray With a note scrawled on a napkin saying, 'This is glamor' This is where Hollywood cues the delusion
That everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes What America needs is another worthwhile overdose Celestial bodies constructed on set destined to explode in the headlines Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Another dry martini and a methamphetamine Godspeed Norma Jean, I hope you saved us one last sleeping pill
Play it again for me The tragedy of a track marked beauty queen The starlet in the magazine She looks all right to me Oh she looks so good to me
But there's something in the way she moves Like I want to make me want you Tonight I feel like fame, dreary and estranged I'd scratch through glass not to be without you, without you
Whole lotta shakin' going on Whole lotta shakin' going on Whole lotta shakin' going on
Chicago
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