| Roll the credits, Johnny
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| You up there in the projection booth
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| Dream-time is over now
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| Time to put our shoes on and hit the street
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| But wasn’t it beautiful? |
| Didn’t we forget
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| About the sad times for a while?
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| The good guys won
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| The bad guys tasted bitterness and defeat
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| We kissed the leading ladies
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| Felt the warmth of their deep caress
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| Drank with kings and prophets
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| We rode rocket ships to the stars
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| But it’s dark now on the streets of life
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| Christ, I think I lost my pocket knife in there
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| Goddammit, Johnny, I can’t even remember
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| Where in hell we parked the car?
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| But singin' keeps the fear away
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| And whistlin' keeps the wolves at bay
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| Remember’n all we might have been
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| All the love that could have been
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| Let’s storm the old ramparts
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| Let’s sing those love songs
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| From old movies in our heart
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| The way she brushed her hair back with her hand
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| Christ, I wish I was her leading man
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| She knows more than you’ll ever know, Johnny
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| She talks to birds and animals, why won’t she talk to me?
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| Wish she could just step down off the screen
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| That little blond in tight black jeans
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| Christ, I’m losing my mind now, Johnny
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| The crows are laughing at us, up in the trees |