| I guess he had to wonder
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| Larger than life on screen
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| And now in technicolor
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| Where sickness gave me meaning
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| I’m young again
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| Consumed in bed by silks and pills
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| I’m twenty one again
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| Not yet concerned with men
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| If you had this chance
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| You wouldn’t be the audience
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| You’d be the play itself
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| I’m just the star, baby
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| All things in time will be well
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| We just now found
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| How our light worked to trick the eye
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| I really think we should slow down
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| And you keep saying it’s ok, but I still don’t believe you
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| I guess I photograph well, remind me again what you do?
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| Stick your flesh in my mouth, say you like it when I bite
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| Cross your fingers and be nice and man I just might
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| But this learning is too much for me
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| This script is too heavy
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| I know I can hurt me
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| Far worse than you can hurt me
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| I’m no stranger to pain
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| I’d put a knife to my skin
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| And wait for some young man
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| To kick my broken door in
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| And my skin is full of blood
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| And my eyes are full of stars
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| And my blood is full of stars
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| And I’m so fucking embarrassed
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| And I’m so fucking happy now
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| And you had no idea
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| How much had changed once you left
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| Now you’re back like it’s nothing
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| We make love and fall so and it doesn’t feel good
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| It’s not magic it’s work
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| But it’s real and that’s cool
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| What we have to lift
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| Is beyond heavy
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| Had surpassed normal
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| It has taken on my likeness
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| He doesn’t change
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| But somehow he grows
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| Says he now knows
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| What life is like without me
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| And I’ll buy anything
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| As long as it sounds good
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| But it doesn’t matter
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| Everything is fine |