| Oh, Innocent smiles, how they put you to shame
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| Same televised lines. |
| I’ve seen the film before
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| Sicilian men, they’re going to save their name
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| Leaving their brides in black shawls again
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| See how it’s shining through the dark, as the teardrops fall
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| And it illuminates the room, and we can’t stop staring for a moment
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| Some silver screen starlet, but it’s my story she’s living in
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| In a smoke filled room, pressed up against the door
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| And see how it’s shining through the dark, as the kettle boils
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| And it illuminates the room. |
| Entertain me
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| Eyes on this prize
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| Hello… I’m drowning in your tide
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| Welcome… So close to my pale skin, I’m there
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| But one touch and it’s gone
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| Same black and white blonde. |
| You know the face but never her name
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| Hillbilly young boys, without a tooth between them
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| And see how it’s shining through the dark
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| Spinning a dream for the wide awake
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| And it illuminates the room. |
| Entertain me
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| Fixing your eyes on the prize
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| Hello… I’m drowning in your tide
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| Welcome… so close to my pale skin I’m there
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| Sister stay now. |
| Don’t run now
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| This is my magic world, and it’s pulling me under
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| So stay |