Captured forever, she is a prisoner
Held in frames per second
She left home for a scenery change
Felt the future beckon
Arrived in Hollywood for fame and fortune
Felt sure that she would belong
You can drive down sunset
Watch the sunset at sunset, you cannot go wrong
But when she studied her own reflection
She ignored every imperfection
And then she tells me
Fire the editor, fire the editor
He's nothing to write home about
So badly cut when you open your mouth
Nothing ever comes out
Who needs a script, who needs rehearsing
When you're only playing a part
She had a with but now she needs nursing
Someone let her read her own chart
I know for certain with the final curtain
She won't ever be missed
No one could blame her when
She took the razor, dragged a line across both of her wrists
And when she studied her own reflection
It was facing the wrong direction
There's no reason to
Fire the editor, fire the editor
He's nothing to write home about
So badly cut when you open your mouth
Nothing ever comes out
Fire the editor, fire the editor
He's nothing to write home about
So badly cut when you open your mouth
Nothing ever comes out
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