save your tears for hollywood
baby, i've finally understood
i see how you easily deceive me
how you please the crowd
save your tears, i've seen enough
if you can turn 'em on, you can turn 'em off
no one fell so hard
no one fell so in love
there's only me in the front row
to see the heart on your sleeve's a fake
pilgrims behind are praying at your shrine
and that's just fine where they're placed, but don't waste
your tears, they're gold in hollywood
your soul is dead, but your acting's good
you ain't sad, so enjoy the cheers
and baby, save your tears
pulling every string
you take people in
i know i've been just like the rest
strange power of yours
it's got to open doors
you'll always get your way
babe, you're made till the grave, but save
your tears - they yearn for hollywood
i'd send you there if only i could
it's all done with mirrors, paints and veneers
baby, save your tears
tom yates – lead vocal, piano, cello
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