I sit here listening
lyrics in my head
pounding in my eardrums
tapping on my bed
Tap tap go my feet
banging on the wall
listening to the lyrics
listen as tears fall
Who is this singer?
Why does he cry?
Can you tell me who
this singer is?
Tell me, tell me why?
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But I know the real him
I know the real man
The lyrics that he's singing
In his mind are contraband
He sings of how he misses her
He sings of wanting more
But I know the real him
Treating her like she's a whore
His voice is so beseeching
Archangels rising chants
But I don't think he hears them
Over all the millions' breathy pants
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And I wonder, wonder why
Why is it that he sings
those songs that make me cry?
He doesn't mean it
And all this time I thought
that singers felt it all
And into it I bought
Turns out they're human after all
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And...