| The movie’s done once more
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| The mood sets in with lights
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| Let’s wait for them to leave
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| I was never one for crowds
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| I look down on the floor
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| Everything’s undone
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| Yet we’ve been so much more
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| Than a full length feature
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| We long for escape
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| Let this memory take shape
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| For the heroes we often see
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| I don’t know if it’s me Or the movies we’ve seen
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| I don’t remember
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| As well as I should
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| I stay so silent with your arms adjacent
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| And credits may soon roll away
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| You have my jacket on Comfort in my warmth
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| I’m used to the cold
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| I’m used to the cold
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| And I hope you’d agree
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| How this story should be How I wish I could change the scenes
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| I’d write on the next page
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| An early coming of age
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| For me to tell you
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| As well as I could
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| I stay so silent
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| With your arms adjacent
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| End credits may soon roll away
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| Could I stay so silent with
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| Your arms adjacent
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| The vagueness may soon come to light
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| Should
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| I stay so silent with your arms adjacent
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| As I play my part in our show
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| Forever shall I be the ill-fated type
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| Forever must I be the on you confide to Forever must I be the pages you need
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| For you to write all the secrets that
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| You hope I would keep
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| Forever must I drive you home late at night
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| After watching these films that seem to imitate life
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| Forever must I be the opinion you seek
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| Forever will I be the friend that you would keep |