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There's a foreign movie
Up on your silver screen
Black and white and silent
If you don't count the screams
From where you are sitting
It all seems so real
Everyone who's seen it
Knows the way you feel
Wake up baby dreamer
Wipe the sleep from your eyes
Look behind the curtain
Such a beautiful sunrise
Sometimes a flight of fancy
Falls down from the clouds
You don't have to worry
For crying out loud
Wake up baby dreamer
Wipe the sleep from your eyes
Look behind the curtain
Such a beautiful sunrise
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The cuckoo clock quit chirping
The bird fell out and died
Spent its whole life working
And never learned to fly
It ran out of time
A man jumped in the river
To wash away his sin
In his religious fervor
Forgot he couldn't swim
No one saved his skin
Believe you me
I want to believe in you
Believe you me
I want to believe I do
A woman works the corner
Of Hollywood and Vine
No one can afford her
But we stand in line
Cause her love is blind
Believe you me
I want to believe in you
Believe you me
I want to believe I do
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Joyrides for the pain
Sparkling in your brain
Nothing's there, just a haze
Swallowing up your days
When will you ever come down?
When will you ever come down?
All you have is what you need
All you make are enemies
Can't believe what went wrong
Why you've been gone so long?
When will you ever come down?
When will you ever come down?
Who is the monster in the mirror
With the sorry eyes?
You've never seen it any clearer
And you're terrified
Circling 'round and 'round
Looking for the lost and found
Dragon's teeth, you have sown
Make it hard to come back home
When will you ever come down?
When will you ever come down?
When will you ever come down?
When will you ever come down?
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Just getting by is getting old
Locked up inside this pigeonhole
Breaking my back with my bare hands
Some of us can?t some of us can
I don?t have it in me
A bullet needs a gun
And in the land of plenty
They need a champion
I?m one more of many
Not a lion on the sun
Been hanging ?round and holding on
Here underground way too long
Losing my mind digging for gold
All I can find as life unfolds is
I don?t have it in me
A bullet needs a gun
And in the land of plenty
They need a champion
I?m one more of many
Not a lion in the sun
It?s unpopular
To be unpopular
It?s unpopular
To be unpopular
Isn?t it sad?
The ending won?t be a happy one
I?m one more of many
Not a lion in the sun
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