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Staring at a ghost a table set for two
This is the last call before the credits
The charm of silver depression saturated in alcohol it's so seductive
Filtered through tobacco haze it's so intoxicating

The way they through the grain
And make such a fashion
Stewart suicidal sex appeal
The is the last true hopeless romantic
Stumbling and smelling of stale

Making James Dean to an empty room
Audrey some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray
a note scrawled on a napkin saying, "This is glamor"
This is Hollywood cues the delusion

everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes
What America needs is another overdose
Celestial constructed on set destined to explode in the headlines
Another dry martini and a methamphetamine
Norma Jean, I hope you saved us one last pill

it again for me
The tragedy of a track marked queen
The in the magazine
She all right to me
Oh she looks so to me

But something in the way she moves
Like I to make me want you
Tonight I feel fame, dreary and estranged
I'd scratch through glass not to be without you, you

Whole shakin' going on
Whole lotta shakin' on
Whole lotta shakin' on