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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... |