Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision
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Don't tell my family, they're all wicked strict Christians
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Don't tell the hangers-on, don't tell your friends
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Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City again
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Don't tell the dancers, they'll just get distracted
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Don't tell the DJs, they already suspect us
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Don't mention the bloodshed, don't mention the skins
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Don't tell them Ybor City almost killed us again
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We are the theater, they are the people
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Dressed up to be seated, looking upwards and dreaming
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We're the projectors, we're hosting the screening
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We're dust in the spotlights, we're just kind of floating
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Don't drop little hints, I don't want them to guess
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Don't mention Tampa, they'll just know all the rest
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Don't mention bloodshed, don't tell them it hurts
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Don't say we saw angels, they'll take us straight to the church
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They queue up for tickets to see the performance
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They push to get closer, looking upwards with wonder
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We are the actors, the cameras are rolling
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I'll be Ben Gazzara, you'll be Gena Rowlands
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Sometimes actresses get slapped
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Sometimes actresses get slapped
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Sometimes fake fights turn out bad
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Sometimes actresses get slapped
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Some nights making it look real
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Might end up with someone hurt
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Some nights it's just entertainment
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And some other nights it's work
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They come in for the feeding, sit in stadium seating
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They're holding their hands out for the body and blood now
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We're the directors, our hands will hold steady
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I'll be John Cassavettes, let me know when you're ready
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Man, we make our own movies
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Man, we make our own movies
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Man, we make our own movies
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Man, we make our own movies
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Slapped Actress
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| The Hold Steady |
