| I laid all my songs at Johnny Mathis’Feet
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| I said Johnny, Johnny tell me, won’t you tell me how to live?
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| All my hopes are unravelling and I just lost my lease
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| On a house without love, doors or windows —
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| Without peace…
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| And with a wave of his jewel-encrusted hand
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| Across a glittering Las Vegas scene,
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| He said: You’ve got to learn how to disappear
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| In the silk and amphetamines.
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| Johnny looked at my songs, and he said:
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| Well, at first guess,
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| Never in my life have I ever seen such a mess;
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| Why do you say everything as if you were a thief?
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| Like what you stole has no value,
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| And like what you preach is far from belief?
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| And with a wave of his red, and blue hand
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| Across a glittering Hollywood scene,
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| He said: You’ve got to learn how to disappear
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| In the silk and amphetamines.
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| Johnny looked at my collection of old punk rock posters —
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| Anonymous scenes of disaffection, chaos and torture —
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| And he said: You are on the right track,
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| But you are a lamb jumping for the knife;
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| A real showman knows how to disappear in the spotlight… |