| You’re a smooth talker
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| With eyes like lightning
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| And the radio
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| I sing like our mother
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| Put away the hairbrush and maybe something you don’t know
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| I read it in the tabloids in a truck stop in a thunderstorm
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| You’re an escape artist
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| And the bathroom mirror
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| And the autograph seekers
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| You’ve imagined outside the door
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| Yes we love a statement
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| Is it true you’re not in your room
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| From the light out in the basement
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| We knew that there’d be trouble coming soon
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| Intuition
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| Mathematics
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| Invisible audience
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| Ten hit records
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| Listen through your tin can as the road cuts circulation to your tune
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| I fashion myself after you from my suicide electric puzzle
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| The greatest songs I’ll never hear from a band you started in your mind
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| Leave us hanging on your legend as you exit through the tape recorder
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| Reel to reel
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| Reel to reel
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| Reel to reel |