โหลดเพลง mp3 The Last Great Star in Hollywood - Meg & Dia

I've got my same old nose and no cheekbones
I've got my stomach rolls, rather bare wardrobe
They've got seven floors, one on the East Coast
Why they grin so wide?
They've got their visions, no one knows

I think I'm on the brightside
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time
I hope I'm on the brightside
What beauty is today is a fake from what's inside
My teeth are yellow stars, sleeping in my jaws
While the lips enlarged in a constant pout
They're the type of girls who hide their wedding rings
If it doesn't match their clothes
They've got their visions, no one knows
And why we're patient, no one knows
I think I'm on the brightside
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time
I hope I'm on the brightside
What beauty is today, is a fake from what's inside

Learn to let go of tired skin
it's just a vex to hold me in
I ask for a closing statement
I ask for just one ware that I can put me into
Be the most ardor man machines
Under our masks, not what we seem
We must not sleep underneath the slow and steady
descend of the fools upstairs.

I think I'm on the brightside
Got my hair cut short,
I do my class report on time
I hope I'm on the brightside
What beauty is today
is a fake from what's inside
On the brightside
Got my hair cut short
I do my class report on time
I hope I'm on the brightside
What beauty is today
is a fake from what's inside
I've got my same old nose and no cheekbones
(I think I'm on the brightside)
My teeth are yellow stars, sleeping in my jaws
(I think I'm on the brightside)
They've got seven floors, one on the East Coast
(I think I'm on the brightside)
They're the type of girls who hide their wedding rings
(I think I'm on the brightside)