I finally see the light
Down on the east side
Wasted like a memory
If I had a car I'd drive
Straight off the bridge into the river
It would empty me Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it's true
I used to be sad now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past
And nothing is gonna last
I burned all your photographs Traffic sings the songs
Inviting me in to dodge the bullets
From an empty gun
If I had a car I'd drive
Straight into the window of a
Bank I owed money to Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it's true
I used to be sad, now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past
And nothing is gonna last
I burned all your photographs You're doomed to repeat the past
And nothing is gonna last
I burned all your photographs And all the time youre so unhappy
And everything to yous so heavy
But oh my word, aint you pretty now
Theres nothing to make up now
No one to wake up now
Shes starting to break up, wow Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, its true
I used to be sad, now Im just bored with you
Youre doomed to repeat the past
Cause nothing is gonna last
I burned all your photographs Youre doomed to repeat the past
Cause nothing is gonna last
I burned all your photographs