I lay all my songs at Johnny Mathis¡¯ feet
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I said, "Johnny tell me
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Can you tell me how to live?
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All my hopes are unraveling and I just lost my lease
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On my house without love, doors, or windows
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Without peace."
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And with a wave of his jewel-encrusted hand
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Across the glittering Las Vegas scene he said,
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"You gotta learn how to disappear in the silk and amphetamine."
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Johnny looked at my songs and he said,
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"Well at first guess, never in my life
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Have I ever seen such a mess.
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Why do you say everything as if you were a thief?
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Like what you¡¯ve stolen has no value
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Like what you preach is far from belief?"
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And with a wave of his red white and blue hand
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Across the glittering Hollywood scene he said,
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"You gotta learn how to disappear in the silk and amphetamine."
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Johnny looked at my old collection of punk rock posters
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Anonymous scenes of disaffection choas and torture
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And he said, "You were on the right track
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But you¡¯re a lamb jumping for the knife."
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He said, "A real showman knows how
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to disappear in the spotlight."
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Johnny Mathis¡¯ Feet
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| American Music Club |
