I saw your face   In a pretty magazine    You don’t even know    What you are and what you’ve seen    Why do you lie?    Do you need to fill us fear?    What’s it to you?    Oh we used to look up to you    Oh my god I know too well    Being sweet just doesn’t sell    And I’ve got better things to do   I try to run but my legs ache    The photographs that I refuse to take    Oh will it never end   We are alone    From the city to our bones/departed from our bones/    What’s that worth to you?    Oh we used to look up to you    Oh my god I know too well    Being sweet just doesn’t sell    And I’ve got better things to do   ding again?    ding again?    Tell me how to live my life    Ooh ooh ooh    Well the sun is shining down    Solo: - - - - - - - -    Oh my god I know too well    Being sweet just doesn’t sell    And I’ve got better things to do    ding again?    ding again?    Tell me how to live my life    Ooh ooh ooh    Well the sun is shining down    The sun it’s shining down