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(Terry Taylor/Jerry Chamberlain) |
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Act I |
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He turns the t.v. high, the walls are paper thin |
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He hopes the neighbor folks aren't listening |
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He's killed his wife with words, confident it's private rage |
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When up goes the curtain and he is on the stage |
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He's on the stage |
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God sees it all |
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He has total recall |
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It is an art |
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Hiding murder in your heart |
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ACT 2 |
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The show is over, he pours himself a drink |
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Best to forget about it, put a record on |
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The stereo and try not to think |
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And the record plays: |
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This is your life, you beat your wife |
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We'll spare the gory details and simply say? |
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Recording artist |
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Gods hears it all |
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He has total recall |
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Your sneaky moves |
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Are right here in the grooves |
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Act 3 |
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He puts his car in gear, got to get out of here |
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Going somewhere far away |
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But through the headlight beams |
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He sees the billboard screen |
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His fight last night is on display |
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You're on display |
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God sees it all |
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He has total recall |
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Your bloody crime |
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Is up there on the sign |
