Real. Real like a plastic bouquet That thrives on the smoke from an old fireplace And dies every night with her face on the news. Nobody cries, they just smoke and stare and their shoes. The only difference is, The only difference is, Nobody can cry - It's hard to do For most folks, without a reason why.
Ryan Adams Carolinian
Source
Cry on Demand
- work
- 29 (2005)
- year
- 2005
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“Real. Real like a plastic bouquet That thrives on the smoke …” Ryan Adams. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-CE527B7DD7. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/ce527b7dd7
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