الكلمات
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Oh
Five A.M. on the bathroom floor from the night before.
Do you find me dreadful?
What a shame such a sad disgrace,
Such a pretty face.
But she's not regretful.
Am I beautiful?
Am I usable?
It's killing time again.
Put on your face and let's pretend,
These killing lights won't kill us all again.
Three A.M. on the city street,
When the air is sweet,
I have had my mouth full
But it seems that outside the screen
Such a pretty face often will look dreadful.
