Your things do not belong here
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They now look out of place
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Just like a crooked painting
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Your face would not stay straight
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We've got to get out while we can
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Our peace we will forever hold
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One more night without a blanket
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Someone's bound to catch a cold
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Ah-ah
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Just like the devil's disguise
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So are the days of our lives
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But before you leave I have
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Confession to make
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It was only to impress your parents
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All those nights I washed the plates
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Scratched on an actor's textbook:
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"There are some things you just can't fake"
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Ah-ah
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Now I've got dishpan hands
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Now the show is finally over
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There's something I must stress
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There'll be no more revivals
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My love I repossess
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Ah-ah
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We missed our curtain call
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There's nothing left to say at all
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Except lights, camera, action
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Lights
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Darren Hanlon |