| It’s just a bad movie, where there’s no crying
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| Handing the keys to me in this Red Lion
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| Where the lock that you locked in the suite says there’s no prying
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| When the breath that you breathed in the street screams, «There's no science»
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| When you look how you looked then to me, then I cease lying
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| And fall into silence
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| It’s just a life story, so there’s no climax
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| No more new territory, so put away your IMAX
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| In the slot that you sliced through the scene, there was no shyness
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| In the plot that you passed through your teeth, there was no pity
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| No fade in: film begins on a kid in the big city
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| And no cut to a costly parade that’s for him only
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| No dissolve to a sliver of grey, that’s his new lady
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| Where she glows just like grain on the flickering pane of some great movie
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| Hey, watch it!
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| Hoo hoo!
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| Hoo hoo!
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| Hoo hoo!
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| Hoo hoo!
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| It’s just a house burning, but it’s not haunted
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| It was your heart hurting, but not for too long, kid
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| In the socket you spin from with ease, there is no sticking
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| From the speakers, your fake masterpiece comes serenely dribbling
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| And when the air around your chair fills with heat, that’s the flames licking
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| Beneath the clock on the clean mantelpiece, it’s got a calm clicking
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| Like a pro at his editing suite takes two weeks stitching
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| Up some bad movie
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| Hoo hoo!
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| Hoo hoo!
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| Hoo hoo!
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| Hoo hoo!
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| Hoo hoo! |