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Well, I woke up in mid-afternoon 'cause that's when it all hurts the most |
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I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host |
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If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts |
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You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast |
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Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame |
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I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame |
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If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame |
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And though I'll never forget your face |
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Sometimes I can't remember my name |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, don't cry |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, I know why but |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? |
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Well, there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing |
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And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings |
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And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring |
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And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything |
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Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said |
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And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head |
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And the ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead |
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When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my bed |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, don't go |
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I said, hey Mrs. Potter, I don't know but |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? |
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All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep |
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And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep |
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All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep |
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Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone |
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But I need someone to help me sleep |
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And so I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams |
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It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream |
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Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem |
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But I'd sure like to find out |
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So why don't you climb down off that movie screen |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, don't turn |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, I burn for you |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? |
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When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor |
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And orders another, well, I wonder what he did that for |
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That's when I know that I have to get out 'cause I have been there before |
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So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door |
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We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars |
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We stand up in the palace like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars |
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We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars |
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You can see a million miles tonight |
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But you can't get very far |
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Oh, you can see a million miles tonight |
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But you can't get very far |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, I won't touch you |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, it's not much but |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? |
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Hey Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? |
