| A cinematic masterpiece
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| In ashes on the mantelpiece
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| A luminescence time could never fade
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| A critically acclaimed release
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| An Oscar nominated piece
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| In which I had a cameo to play
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| From the cradle, as we grow, love is born
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| Where the memories we find
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| On the lost and lonely side, hide
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| Like the angels cast on snow-covered lawns
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| So the treasuries of life
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| Guide the way every day… oh, baby
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| Into darkness, movie starlets
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| Spin as the celluloid finds a frame
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| Click of the reels as they spool and wind
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| Into darkness, screen lit starkness
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| Check if the rushes look fine today
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| Scene after scene ticking time away
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| History’s made as we cut to the fade and then die
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| High
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| So turn the house lights down again
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| The scenes we screen are feature length
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| The life and times, now scripted and complete
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| I know that each PG to rated 18
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| Is worth more now than it’s ever been
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| For trailers never look the same to me
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| From the cradle, as we grow, love is born
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| Where the memories we find
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| On the lost and lonely side, hide
|
| Like the angels cast on snow-covered lawns
|
| So the treasuries of life
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| Guide the way every day… oh, baby
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| Into darkness, movie starlets
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| Spin as the celluloid finds a frame
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| Click of the reels as they spool and wind
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| Into darkness, screen lit starkness
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| Check if the rushes look fine today
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| Scene after scene ticking time away
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| History’s made as we cut to the fade and then die
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| High
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| Into darkness, movie starlets
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| Spin as the celluloid finds a frame
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| Click of the reels as they spool and wind
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| Into darkness, screen lit starkness
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| Check if the rushes look fine today
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| Scene after scene ticking time away
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| History’s made as we cut to the fade and then die
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| High
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| Into darkness, movie starlets
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| Spin as the celluloid finds a frame
|
| Click of the reels as they spool and wind
|
| Into darkness, screen lit starkness
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| Check if the rushes look fine today
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| Scene after scene ticking time away
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| History’s made as we cut to the fade and then die
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| High |