| I am someone a few seconds now and then between the real
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| No I don’t really want to know when
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| One hundred ringing bells are flirting so intensely with my hands
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| And now dizziness
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| I feel like someone else so uncertain
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| I’m going up to front expensive microphones
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| I don’t promise to speak an honest word
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| When it’s absurd I’m even so fry
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| I take no measure whatsoever out of the applause
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| In the room what can I do but move around the floor
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| It’s just a silly joke
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| Pleasure keeps on burnin' up my nose
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| If I only were a little more disturbed
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| I would have done it
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| Am I that far from shobiz
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| I feel I press my head against the ceiling
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| I set my aim for the sky
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| I can’t be short of soul or lack the meaning
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| Am I that far from shobiz
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| I have not even tried expressing feelings
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| With the light in my eyes
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| F*cked from behind
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| I touch freedom… |