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Bret Michaels Custom Built

She looks in the mirror But the make-up it don't hide the pain Yeah, she swore that the last time Was the last time she'd fall again, fall again So close

Snowy night i'm heading home An airport bar, girl you sat all alone I said, "hello, How've you been?" God girl, it's sure good to see you agian Remember

We both lie silently still In the dead of the night Although we both lie close together We feel miles apart inside Was it something I said or something

Jesse was raised in the Hollywood Hills Living the perfect life Jesse was told what to think, what to wear What she could and could not buy Her parents