Tuesday, May 24, 2011

And I don't want to be a faded memory.

I don't want to be the ghost that you can't shake.
I want to be the real thing.



No one said that we were victims, honey.
No one said we had to keep the things we get.
There ain't no regrets.
And all our friends, they moved to hollywood.
But we ain't that desperate yet.
Ain't nothing like the real thing.

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