| It’s like a makeover when the filming’s over
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| And she doesn’t know
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| How to fix it so that it’ll stay
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| And she can’t figure out
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| How to tease out her hair that way herself
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| And when she wakes up all the make-up
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| Has rubbed away
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| And she doesn’t know how to find her face
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| It was only for one single day
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| That you looked so beautiful, baby
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| Now your cheeks have gone pale
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| And your roots dark gray
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| And though they nod as they notice you’re nice
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| Baby, nobody’s noticing twice
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| Dim the lights as your memory of paradise fades
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| I’m like an architect who cashed his check
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| But he doesn’t let on
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| That it’s the last one he’ll get
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| Though he knows the funds have run dry
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| He wants to have fun for one final night
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| Staring out at a skyline that he’ll never change
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| They’re saying, «Though we like all things that you’ve made
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| Notice no one remembers your name
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| As you float through time
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| Feel your powers decline day by day
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| You’re like a convert who goes back to work
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| When he can’t retrieve how the clarity actually felt
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| When his co-workers ask him the words won’t come out
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| And in three weeks his new leaf has blown away
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| And it feels just like an average day
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| Facing walls talking into the phone
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| Sitting dumbly in church all alone Picking back up the magazines he’d thrown
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| away
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| Well, convert, what your god whispered into youl ear
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| You forgot once that god disappeared
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| And that life-changing day
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| Well, you just felt it fade
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| But, of course you know, it’s got to fade
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| You know it’s got to fade
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| Oh you know, it’s got to fade"
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| And, falling down on the couch, he says
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| «It's perfectly that way» |