You can close your eyes And see a picture perfect life Inside of your mind Dreaming only of the days ahead Wanted and wished for more than now Or the days behind You waste your time The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken You can never think You can't even stop yourself Before the words have been spoken And you've already said You would give everything And something for nothing Everybody thinks you're joking The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken You want to be the one Made over be your own Before and after And a supermarket Beauty in a bottle queen Who'll one day grace a check-out counter Magazine front cover Though the fine print reads The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken Lets it be broken Lets it be broken Lets it be broken Lets it be broken Lets it be broken Broken Broken When your life is never what you wanted Not even halfway normal Just tarnished and soiled When in your reach A framed and frozen moment So far from perfection Not truth or transcendence Will set you free Still you don't believe The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken The picture makes a promise The flesh lets it be broken
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