Metoda duży lotek Real Real Gone (in album The Philosopher's Stone)

Your words they come out easy and I am speechless at best
Your star it seems to shine about the rest
You're the face before the cameras
The smile I'd like to earn
The closest thing to perfect
In a hollywood picture
You're the beauty that is deeper than eyes can really see
The closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me
I'd love to be the shoulder that you cry on
I'd love to be the friend you call when things are grey
I'd love to be the shoulder that you cry on
I'd love to be the friend you call when things are grey
You're the dream that hasn't e

Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way
You could either be successful or be us
With our winning smiles, and us
With our catchy tunes, and us
Now we're photogenic
You know, we don't stand a chance

Oh, I'll settle down with some old story
About a boy who's just like me
Thought there was love in everything and everyone
You're so naive!
They always reach a sorry ending
They alw