| At the opening
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| Until the curtain called
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| You auditioned me
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| You unveiled it all
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| It was like a flashing dream
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| Behind your scenes
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| Everything in black and white
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| Was it just a change of theme
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| A typecasting
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| Or did I fit your archetype
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| I wouldn’t know
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| And then the earth stood still
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| And all the sky went red
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| And like a foreign film
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| I don’t know what you said
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| And in hypnotic scenes
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| I watched your silver screening
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| And then you had your thrills
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| And then the story ends
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| Take it out of frame
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| Let’s burn the script and all
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| And write a new ending
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| And let the credits fall
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| I could be the twist ending
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| The thick ending
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| The changing of scenario
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| We’ve been reenacting scenes
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| But which is me
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| The hero or the cameo
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| I wouldn’t know
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| And then the earth stood still
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| And all the sky went red
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| And like a foreign film
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| I don’t know what you said
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| And in hypnotic scenes
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| I watched your silver screening
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| And then you had your thrills
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| And then the story ends
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| We’ll never know
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| We’ll never know
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| We’ll never know
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| We’ll never know
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| …Know
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| And then the earth stood still
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| And all the sky went red
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| And like a foreign film
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| I don’t know what you said
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| And in hypnotic scenes
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| I watched your silver screening
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| And then you had your thrills
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| And then the story ends
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| Did you ever want to forget anything
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| Did you ever want to cut away a piece of your memory
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| Or blot it out. |
| You can’t, you know, no matter how hard you try
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| You can change the scenery, but sooner or later
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| You’ll get a whiff of perfume
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| Or somebody will say a certain phrase
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| Or maybe hum something then you’re licked again |