| Oh innocent smiles, how they put you to shame
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| Same televised lines, I’ve seen the film before
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| Sicilian men, they’re going to save their name
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| Leaving their brides in black shawls again
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| See how it’s shining through the dark
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| As the teardrops fall and it illuminates the room
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| And we can’t stop staring for a moment
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| Some silver-screen starlet
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| But it’s my story she’s living in
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| In a smoke-filled room pressed up against the door
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| See how it’s shining through the dark
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| As the kettle boils
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| And it illuminates the room
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| Entertain me, eyes on this prize
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| Hello, I’m drowning in your tide
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| Welcome, so close to my pale skin I’m there
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| But one touch and it’s gone
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| Same black and white blonde
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| You know the face but never her name
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| Hillbilly young boys
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| Without a tooth between them
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| See how it’s shining through the dark
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| Spinning a dream for the wide-awake
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| And it illuminates the room
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| Entertain me, fixing your eyes on the prize
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| Hello, I’m drowning in your tide
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| Welcome, so close to my pale skin I’m there
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| Stay, don’t roll away now
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| (or Sister stay now, don’t run now)
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| This is my magic world
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| And it’s pulling me under so stay |