Incubus

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Oooh-wah,     oooh-wah,     
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oooh-wah,     oooh-wah
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When footlights     dim in 
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reverence     to prescient passion
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Forewarned, my audience leaves 
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the stage,     floating ahead 
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perfumed shift
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Within the stammering silence, the 
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face that launched a thousand frames
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Betrayed  by a porcelain tear,
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    a stained career

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Oooh-wah,     oooh-wah
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You played     this scene before,
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    you played     this scene 
      Em7
before
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I, the mote in your eye, I, I, I, 
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I, the mote in your eye
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A misplaced reaction,    reaction
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The darkroom unleashes imagination 
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in pornographic images
In which you will always be the 
star, always be the star, 
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untouchable
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Unapproachable, constant in the 
darkness, in the darkness (in the 
darkness)
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Nursing an erection, a misplaced 
reaction
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With no flower to place before this 
gravestone
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And the walls become enticingly 
newspaper thin
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But that would be developing the 
negative view
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        Em
And you have to be exposed in 
voyeuristic colour
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The public act, let you model your 
shame on the mannequin catwalk, 
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catwalk
                           Em
Let the cats walk (and the cat 
walks)

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Oooh-wah,     oooh-wah
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I've played     this scene before,
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    I've played     this scene 
       Em7
before
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I, the mote in your eye, I, I, I, 
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I, the mote in your eye
              Am     
A misplaced reaction,    
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satisfaction

Am
   "An irritating speck of dirt that
 came from absolutely nowhere"

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You can't brush me under the 
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carpet, you can't hide me under the 
stairs
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The custodian of your private 
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fears, your leading actor of 
yesteryear
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Who as you crawled out of the alleys
 of obscurity
                              A
Sentenced to rejection in the morass
 of anonymity
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You who I directed with a lover's
 will, you who I let hypnotise the 
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lens
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You who I let bathe in the 
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spotlight's glare
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You who wiped me from your memory 
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like a greasepaint mask
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Just like a greasepaint mask

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But now I'm the snake in the grass,
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    the ghost of film reels past
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I'm the producer of your nightmare
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 and the performance has just 
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begun
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It's just begun

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           It's just begun
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Your perimeter of courtiers jerk 
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like celluloid puppets
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As you stutter paralysed with 
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rabbit's eyes
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Searing the shadows, flooding the 
wings
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To pluck elusive salvation from the
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 understudy's lips
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Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the
 obituary
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My cue line in the last act and you
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 wait in silent solitude
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Waiting for the prompt, waiting for
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 the prompt, waiting for the 
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prompt
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Waiting for the prompt, waiting for
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 the prompt, waiting for the 
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prompt
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