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Every night she sits there TV blasting in her face |
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People runnin' runnin' to and fro, it's such a frantic pace |
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But in her hand she's got control, remote as that may seem |
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A certifiable obsession a broadcast malady |
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When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen |
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With the silver screen |
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Video tape movies where she cashes in her dreams |
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Ghostly illuminations how they brighten up her scene |
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Her perception of reception is her lone reality |
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What to eat and what to wear she edits out without a care |
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The rest falls through the cracks, an unconscious stream |
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When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen |
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With the silver screen |
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In a city full of wishes that she shut out long ago |
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If wishes were a penny we all know which way she'd go |
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Gvien choice 'tween perfect health and peace throughout the world |
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Apocalypse utopia or space not explored |
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When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen |