She sees the hungry cameras, she sees the magazines, She sees her full potential in the stylish imagery, She simulates the poses, she imitates the dream
Dirty skies and shattered lives It feels like Monday My heart beats like a devisee It feels like Monday Friday well I hatched a plan On Saturday I wrote
is our grave Let's take to the streets You and I we're life's refugees But like Bonnie and Clyde we're free Don't say there's nothing between us We're all refugees
grave Let's take to the streets You and I we're life's refugees But like Bonnie and Clyde we're free Don't say there's nothing between us ?Cause we're all refugees
