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Okkervil River The Stage Names Our Life Is Not A Movie Or Maybe It’s just a bad movie where there’s no crying Handing the keys to me in this red lion Where the lock that you locked in sweet says there’s no prying When the breath that you breathed in the street screamed there’s no science When you look how you looked then to me, then I cease lying and fall into silence It’s just a life story So there’s no climax No more new territory So pull away the Imax In the slot that you sliced through the scene there was no shyness In the plot that you passed through your teeth there was no pity No fade-in film begins on a kid in the big city And no cut to a costly parade that’s for him only No dissolve to a sliver of gray that’s his new lady Where she closed just like rain on the flickering pane of some great movie Hey I don't watch it! it's just a house burning, but it’s not haunted It was your heart hurting, but not for too long kid In the socket you spin from with ease there is no sticking From the speakers your fake masterpiece comes serenely dribbling And when the air around your chair fills with heat that the flames licking Leave the clock on the clean mantelpiece it’s got a cold clicking Like a pro at his editing suite takes two weeks stitching up some bad movie |
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