| There are songs that sound like movies
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| There are themes that fill the screen
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| There are lines i say that sound as if they’re written
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| There are looks i wear the theater should have seen
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| But though i’ve made my life a movie
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| The matinee must end by five
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| And i must stagger out into the blinding sunlight half alive
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| Wishing i were back inside the picture show
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| There where it’s always night
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| Notice how the screen is wide
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| The second role i’ve said around too tight
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| Will i stay? |
| yes, i might
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| Oh widescreen wider on my eyes
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| Lie my mind with lies
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| Find the world like nothing that i’ve seen
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| Oh widescreen dreams are just my sighs
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| As we walk from out the movie
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| Are we acting out a scene
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| Does the orchestra play chords
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| When we start loving?
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| Do we move just like slow motion
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| On the screen?
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| Life’s a constant disappointment
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| When you live on celluloid
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| But my movie expectations are a dream i can’t avoid
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| Waiting for a man to say the things
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| That i heard in the film last night
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| But he doesn’t want to play the role
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| And he can’t pick his cues up right
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| Will i dream? |
| yes, i might!
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| Oh widescreen winding round my eyes
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| Blinding me with lies
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| Finding i’ve been fooled by what i’ve seen
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| No, widescreen dreams are more than you
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| How can lies be true?
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| All we have is life and mind
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| And love we find with a friend
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| Oh let the movie end… |