| It’s a reckless world
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| That lets itself be guided by its tools
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| But what our eyes can see we believe
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| The truth is not for fools
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| Is there nothing between us but plastic and wire
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| Will some modern invention prove you a liar
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| All the time you were saying this is it
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| It was that
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| And you didn’t get that scratch from the cat
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| I’ll be stripped to the skin
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| You’ll be stripped to the bone
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| And we’ll all say no to the picture-phone
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| It was so easy to cheat on a blind line
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| With an alibi and your image intact
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| Whatever the number —
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| Whatever the crime —
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| Not only the famous will have to resign
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| And you have come to depend
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| On your right to pretend you’re alone
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| Would the star of the screen
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| Ever wish to be seen
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| Red-eyed and dying through the morning call
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| And the president’s friends
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| Would they live for long
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| If they saw down the wire what really goes on
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| When you’re home to relax
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| Come the facial attacks
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| And the breathers in masks — oh no!
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| Is she the girl of your dreams
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| With her curlers and creams
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| Another fantasy’s blown
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| And we’ll all say no on the picture-phone
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| Additional Lead Vocal: ROBERT PALMER |