LYRIC
So I flip through the pages of this magazine.
And I read about the celebrities,
And who is dating who this week.
And then I wonder who really cares about the washed up actor,
And his affair with his young co-star…
But don't you see? It's good publicity.
I've got some pills I think just might kill the pain, but I'm not sure.
What's your name?
You know it doesn't really matter anyway.
So I flip through the channels on the T. V screen.
And I see all the reality.
And who is voting who off this week.
And then I wonder who really care about some island,
In the middle of nowhere…
But don't you see? It gets such good ratings.
I've got some pills I think just might kill the pain, but I'm not sure.
What's your name?
You know it doesn't really matter anyway. [Bridge:] So I'm standing on the side of street and I'm waving at all of the taxis.
And here I am yawning in the city that never sleeps but still manages to dream.
And then I realized while I was standing out in this New York rain,
That I was no more than a thumb print on the window of an airplane. [Chorus:] So let's just try a little taste.
She said I've got loved ones I need to replace but I'm afraid.
What's your name? You know it doesn't really matter anyway.
She said I've got loved ones I need to replace.
She's afraid.
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