Come to be
A flourished dream
I've bought the thought
My life in a box
One more go
Purchase, pray
Image sculpted, cleaned my face
Getting it right and looking for light
Would she say I am fake if I showed her the price
He can wear espadrilles and a wool overcoat
He employs every cuff with the tightest of rolls
My eyes are the king of composing a look
From their tact indecision to their love of few notes
And the world of complexion with vixens and grams
There is nothing that special we all understand and
I know
No control
It's body
It's whole
It was me
Before the screen
Breaking my face
I just replaced
Let's start anew
I'm styling
I've lost what's real and now I'm hurting
I'm styling
The picture better be in focus
I'm styling
Disconnected with a purpose
I'm styling
Furtive beast behind the curtains
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Dream Denim - Styling Lyrics
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Come to be
A flourished dream
I've bought the thought
My life in a box
One more go
Purchase, pray
Image sculpted, cleaned my face
Getting it right and looking for light
Would she say I am fake if I showed her the price
He can wear espadrilles and a wool overcoat
He employs every cuff with the tightest of rolls
My eyes are the king of composing a look
From their tact indecision to their love of few notes
And the world of complexion with vixens and grams
There is nothing that special we all understand and
I know
No control
It's body
It's whole
It was me
Before the screen
Breaking my face
I just replaced
Let's start anew
I'm styling
I've lost what's real and now I'm hurting
I'm styling
The picture better be in focus
I'm styling
Disconnected with a purpose
I'm styling
Furtive beast behind the curtains
A flourished dream
I've bought the thought
My life in a box
One more go
Purchase, pray
Image sculpted, cleaned my face
Getting it right and looking for light
Would she say I am fake if I showed her the price
He can wear espadrilles and a wool overcoat
He employs every cuff with the tightest of rolls
My eyes are the king of composing a look
From their tact indecision to their love of few notes
And the world of complexion with vixens and grams
There is nothing that special we all understand and
I know
No control
It's body
It's whole
It was me
Before the screen
Breaking my face
I just replaced
Let's start anew
I'm styling
I've lost what's real and now I'm hurting
I'm styling
The picture better be in focus
I'm styling
Disconnected with a purpose
I'm styling
Furtive beast behind the curtains
Writer: James Dunsmore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid