| I was committed to life and then commuted to the outskirts
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| With all the love in the world
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| Living for thirty minutes at a time with a break in the middle for adverts
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| But its a wonderful world within these cinema walls
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| Where a shower of affection becomes niagara falls
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| And you wish she could step down from the screen to your seat in the stalls
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| But if stars are only painted on the ceiling above
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| Then who can you turn to and who do you love
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| I want to get out while I still can
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| I want to be like harry houdini
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| Now Im the invisible man
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| My head is spinning round faster and faster
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| Here I stand on the edge of disaster
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| Im shattered like a piece of crystal porcelain or alabaster
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| Crowds surround loudspeakers hanging from the lampposts
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| Listening to the murder mystery
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| Meanwhile someones hiding in the classroom
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| Forging books of history
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| Never mind theres a good film showing tonight
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| Where they hang everyone everybody who can read and write
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| Oh that could never happen here but then again it might |